The people of the barge thought they were dreaming, and stood open-mouthed in amazement, while Jean cried out:
“Mamma, see, mamma! Mamma! Mamma!”
Then the younger bargeman said to Marsa:
“Madame, no, no! we can not accept. It is too much. You are too good. Give it back, Jean.”
“It is true, Madame,” faltered his wife. “It is impossible. It is too much.”
“You will cause me great pain if you refuse to accept it,” said Marsa. “Chance has brought us together for a moment, and I am superstitious. I would like to have the little children pray that those I love—that the one I love may be happy.” And she turned her eyes upon Prince Andras, who had returned to the deck, and was coming toward her.
The lock was now opened.
“All aboard!” shouted the captain of the steamer.
The poor woman upon the barge tried to reach the hand of Marsa to kiss it.
“May you be happy, Madame, and thank you with all our hearts for your goodness to both big and little.”