"Ah, Philip, if you had only gained a thousand dollars, you might buy such a pretty garden!"
"A thousand dollars! And what if it were more?"
"Ah, Philip—what? is it true? is it really? Don't deceive me! 't will be worse than the dream. You had a ticket! and you've won!—own it! own it!"
"All you can wish for."
Rose flung her arms around his neck in the extremity of her joy, and kissed him.
"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!"
