The Prince answered Raphael, "You are happy, indeed, to have recovered your sight; but have you nothing more to desire?"
"Nothing," replied Raphael, "unless I could show my gratitude to the good doctor."
"Good boy," said the Prince, "let me do it in your place." He drew from his finger a brilliant ring, which he presented to Dr. Wundel "I thank you in the name of this child," he added, "and beg of you to wear this ring in remembrance of him." Then giving ten guineas to Madame Tube, he turned again to Dr. Wundel, observing, "I can give them but a few pieces of gold, but you have been the means of restoring sight."
After the Prince and Dr. Wundel had left them, Madame Tube said to her children, "How many benevolent men we have met with! Master Teuzer; the king's minister; Dr. Wundel, and the Prince Royal—and only two who sought to injure us—our landlord, and Teuzer's apprentice."
"Mother, mother," cried Madelaine, much excited, and pointing to the road; "there he is, there he is."
"Who, where?" asked her mother.
"Teuzer's apprentice; that wicked Robert."
It was he indeed, handcuffed, and accompanied by several repulsive-looking men, also handcuffed, and guarded by armed police.
"What have these men done?" asked Madame Tube, of a spectator.
"They are smugglers," he replied, "and when taken, they fought desperately, and have wounded several of the police. They are now going to prison."