"Monseigneur, I could not be more impressed or more flattered by your kindness, but unfortunately business is business," said M. Pascal, "and this affair you air does not suit me at all. I need not say how much it costs me to renounce the friendship of which your Royal Highness has desired to assure me." At this response, bitter and humiliating in its insulting irony, the prince was on the point of flying into a passion, but, reflecting upon the shame and futility of such a transport of rage, he controlled himself, and, desiring to attempt a final effort, he said, in an aggrieved tone: "So, M. Pascal, it will be said that I prayed, supplicated, and implored you in vain." These words, "prayed, supplicated, implored," uttered in a tone of sincere distress, appeared in the eyes of the prince to make an impression on M. Pascal, and, in fact, did make a decided impression, inasmuch as, up to that moment, the archduke had not entirely abased himself, but seeing this royal person, after such obstinate refusal, willing to descend to further supplication, M. Pascal experienced an intensity of happiness that he had never known before. The prince, observing his silence, believed his purpose was shaken, and added, readily: "Come, my dear M. Pascal, I cannot appeal to your generous heart in vain." "Really, monseigneur," replied the bloodthirsty villain, who, knowing the speculation to be a good one, was at heart disposed to undertake it, but wanted to realise pleasure as well as profit from it, "you have such a way of putting things. Business, I repeat, ought to be business only, but see now, in spite of myself, I yield like a child to sentiment I am so weak--" "You consent?" interrupted the prince, radiant with joy, and he seized both hands of the financier in his own. "You consent, my worthy and kind M. Pascal?" "How can I resist you, monseigneur?" "At last!" cried the archduke, drawing a long breath of profound satisfaction, as if he had just escaped a frightful danger. "At last!" "But, monseigneur," replied Pascal, "I must make one little condition." "Oh, I shall not stand on that, whatever it may be. I subscribe to it beforehand." "You pledge yourself to more, perhaps, than you think, monseigneur." "What do you mean?" asked the prince, somewhat disquieted. "What condition do you speak of?" "In three days, monseigneur, to the hour, I will inform you." "What!" exclaimed the prince, astonished and crestfallen; "more delays. Do you not give me your positive promise?" "In three days, monseigneur, I will give it to you, provided you accept my condition." "But, pray, tell me this condition now." "Impossible, monseigneur." "My dear M. Pascal--" "Monseigneur," replied Pascal, with ironical gravity, "it is not my habit to be weak twice in succession during one interview. It is now the hour for my appointment in the Faubourg St. Marceau; I have the honour of presenting my respectful compliments to your Royal Highness."