"More than the thousand dollars? and will they pay you the whole?"
Her kiss made the Prince forget to answer. It was so strange to hold a pretty form in his arms, receive its caresses, and to know they were not meant for him.
"Answer me, answer me!" cried Rose, impatiently. "Will they give you all that money?"
"They've done it already—and if it will add to your happiness I will hand it to you this moment."
"What! have you got it with you?"
The Prince took out his purse, which he had filled with money in expectation of some play.
"Take it and weigh it, my girl," he said, placing it in her hand and kissing her again. "This, then, makes you mine!"
"Oh, not THIS—nor all the gold in the world, if you were not my own dear Philip!"
"And how if I had given you twice as much as all this money, and yet were not your own dear Philip?"
"I would fling the purse at your feet, and make you a very polite curtsey," said Rose.