"Run! watchman! I tell you. They're in search of you."
"I have nothing to run for. But your purse, here—"
"Keep it, I tell you. Fly! if you can run."
"And a billet of Marshal Blankenswerd's for five thousand dollars—"
"Ha! what the plague do you know about Marshal Blankenswerd?"
"He said it was a gambling debt he owed you. He and his lady start to-night for their estates in Poland."
"Are you mad? how do you know that? Who gave you the message for me?"
"And, your Highness, the Minister of Finance will pay all your debts to Abraham Levi and others if you will use your influence with the King to keep him in office."
"Watchman! you've been tampering with Old Nick."
"But I rejected the offer."
"You rejected the offer of the Minister?"
"Yes, your Highness. And, moreover, I have entirely reconciled the Baroness Bonau with the Chamberlain Pilzou."
"Which of us two is a fool?"
"Another thing, your Highness. Signora Rollina is a bad woman. I have heard of some love affairs of hers. You are deceived—I there fore thought her not worthy of your atten-
