"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.
A door now opened; the light streamed down the steps, and the laughing voices of girls were heard. Rose whispered:
"In half an hour, at St. Gregory's," and ran up the steps, leaving the Prince in the darkness. Disconcerted by the suddenness of the parting, and his curiosity excited by his ignorance of the name of his new acquaintance, and not even having had a full view of her face, he consoled himself with the rendezvous at St. Gregory's Church door. This he resolved to keep, though it was evident that all the tenderness which had been bestowed on him was intended for his friend the watchman.
CHAPTER IX.
The interview with Rose, or the coldness of the night, increased the effect of the wine to such an extent that the mischievous propensities of the young Prince got the upper hand of him. Standing amidst a crowd of people, in the middle of the street, he blew so lustily on his horn that
