ur Deschappelles, you hear his
highness: we can arrange the settlements by proxy; 'tis the way with
people of quality.

M. Deschap. But--

Mme. Deschap. Hold your tongue!--Don't expose yourself!

Beau. I will bring the priest in a trice. Go in all of you and prepare;
the carriage shall be at the door before the ceremony is over.

Mme. Deschap. Be sure there are six horses, Beauseant! You are very good
to have forgiven us for refusing you; but you see--a prince!

Beau. And such a prince! Madam, I cannot blush at the success of so
illustrious a rival.--[Aside.] Now will I follow them to the village,
enjoy my triumph, and to-morrow, in the hour of thy shame and grief,
I think, proud girl, thou wilt prefer even these arms to those of the
gardener's son. [Exit.

Mme. Deschap. Come, Monsieur Deschappelles, give your arm to her
highness that is to be.

M. Deschap. I don't like doing business in such a hurry; 'tis not the
way with the house of Deschappelles & Co.

Mme. Deschap. There, now, you fancy you are in the counting-house, don't
you?

[Pushes him to PAULINE.

Mel. Stay, stay, Pauline--one word. Have you no scruple, no fear?
Speak--it is not yet too late.

Pauline. When I loved thee, thy fate became mine. Triumph or danger--
joy or sorrow--I am by thy side.

Damas. Well, well, prince, thou art a lucky man to be so loved. She is
a good little girl in spite of her foibles make her as happy as if she
were not to be a princess [slapping him on the shoulder]. Come, sir, I
wish you joy--young tender--lovely;--zounds, I envy you!

Mel. [who has stood apart in gloomy abstraction]. Do you?*

(* On the stage the following lines are added:--)

"Do you? Wise judges are we of each other.
'Woo, wed, and bear her home! So runs the bond
To which I sold myself,--and then--what then?
Away?--I will not look beyond the hour.
Like children in the dark, I dare not face
The shades that gather sound me in the distance.
You envy me--I thank you--you may read
My joy upon my brow--I thank you, sir!
If hearts had audible language, you would hear
What mine would answer when you talk of ENVY!"

ACT III.--SCENE I.

The exterior of the Golden Leon--time, twilight. The moon rises during
the scene.

Enter Landlord and his Daughter from the Inn.

Land. Ha--ha--ha! Well, I never shall get over it. Our Claude is a
prince with a vengeance now. His carriage breaks down at