These documents prove that the _personal_ fortune of the King had attained a minimum of twenty millions at the time of his last illness. On the decease of the Sovereign this fortune, or the greater portion of it, had disappeared. My sisters and I had a round figure of twelve millions. But what of the rest? It has been said to us, and to me especially: "What? You are complaining? By the terms of your father's will you should only have five millions. You have twelve millions, and you are not satisfied. You argue, you accuse, you incriminate! You are always at war with someone." I am not at war with any particular person in this affair. I have simply upheld the right, and I believe it to be my duty. The Government, the judge and the party opponents have told me, in fine-sounding sentences, that I was wrong. Would they agree to submit their judgments to the final verdict of a tribunal composed of jurists from countries friendly to Belgium? I renounce in advance the benefit of their decision if it should be in my favour. Would they agree to accept an inquiry into the subject of the _real and personal_ fortune of the King at the time of his death and what has become of it? I know beforehand. These indiscreet questions will only meet with profound silence. What consoles me in my misfortunes is the knowledge that the men in the confidence of the King have become wonderfully enriched. If my father could only leave fifteen millions I am confident that they, at any rate, will be able to leave much more. I am very pleased to think that this is so, as I find it only natural that merit, valour, conscientiousness and fidelity should be recompensed on earth. I only regret one thing, which is common to human nature. Money, alas! does not tend to improve it. Instead it seems to harden the hearts of those who possess it. How can the King's faithful servants and those of my family be at ease in palaces, where everything breathes comfort and luxury, when I am reduced to living as I am now obliged to live, practically from hand to mouth, uncertain to-day where to look to-morrow for sustenance, although within the grasp of two fortunes: one already mine by right of inheritance, and the other which I have every anticipation of inheriting? People may say that instead of complaining I could continue to defend my rights, and it avails nothing to abuse the injustice of men. I do not ignore the fact that I have only to attack the Société des Sites, and the French property which the King has given to Belgium, for French justice, which is worthy of the name of justice, to condemn a fictitious society, whose so-called existence is not unwelcome to a Parisian lawyer and the servants of my family who have lent their name as circumstances required. Law is law for everyone in France, and when the Société des Sites was founded in Paris, it was done with the most flagrant disregard of French legality.