moment longer. I have discovered everything. Here! look at this! 't is a note my false wife slipped into your hand, and which you dropped in the crowd, without having read."
Philip took the note. 'T was written in pencil, and in a fine delicate hand: "Change your mask. Everybody knows you. My husband watches you. He does not know me. If you obey me, I will reward you."
"Hem!" muttered Philip. "As I live, this was not written to me. I don't trouble my head about your wife."
"Death and fury, Prince! do not drive me mad! Do you know who it is that speaks to you? I am the Marshal Blankenswerd. Your advances to my wife are not unknown to me, ever since the last rout at the palace."
"My Lord Marshal," answered Philip, "excuse me for saying that jealousy has blinded you. If you knew me well, you would not think of accusing me of such folly. I give you my word of honor I will never trouble your wife."
"Are you in earnest, Prince?"
"Entirely."
"Give me a proof of this?"
"Whatever you require."
"I know you have hindered her until now from going with me to visit her relations in Poland. Will you persuade her to do so now?"
"With all my heart, if you desire it."
