‘Done!’ she cried. ‘Admirable! Prince Charming no longer—Prince Sorcerer, Prince Solon! Let us go this moment. Stay,’ she cried, pausing. ‘I beg dear Prince, to give you back these deeds. ’Twas you who liked the farm—I have not seen it; and it was you who wished to benefit the peasants. And, besides,’ she added, with a comical change of tone, ‘I should prefer the ready money.’ Both laughed. ‘Here I am, once more a farmer,’ said Otto, accepting the papers, ‘but overwhelmed in debt.’ The Countess touched a bell, and the Governor appeared. ‘Governor,’ she said, ‘I am going to elope with his Highness. The result of our talk has been a thorough understanding, and the _coup d’état_ is over. Here is the order.’ Colonel Gordon adjusted silver spectacles upon his nose. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘the Princess: very right. But the warrant, madam, was countersigned.’ ‘By Heinrich!’ said von Rosen. ‘Well, and here am I to represent him.’ ‘Well, your Highness,’ resumed the soldier of fortune, ‘I must congratulate you upon my loss. You have been cut out by beauty, and I am left lamenting. The Doctor still remains to me: _probus_, _doctus_, _lepidus_, _jucundus_: a man of books.’ ‘Ay, there is nothing about poor Gotthold,’ said the Prince. ‘The Governor’s consolation? Would you leave him bare?’ asked von Rosen. ‘And, your Highness,’ resumed Gordon, ‘may I trust that in the course of this temporary obscuration, you have found me discharge my part with suitable respect and, I may add, tact? I adopted purposely a cheerfulness of manner; mirth, it appeared to me, and a good glass of wine, were the fit alleviations.’ ‘Colonel,’ said Otto, holding out his hand, ‘your society was of itself enough. I do not merely thank you for your pleasant spirits; I have to thank you, besides, for some philosophy, of which I stood in need. I trust I do not see you for the last time; and in the meanwhile, as a memento of our strange acquaintance, let me offer you these verses on which I was but now engaged. I am so little of a poet, and was so ill inspired by prison bars, that they have some claim to be at least a curiosity.’ The Colonel’s countenance lighted as he took the paper; the silver spectacles were hurriedly replaced. ‘Ha!’ he said, ‘Alexandrines, the tragic metre. I shall cherish this, your Highness, like a relic; no more suitable offering, although I say it, could be made. “_Dieux de l’immense plaine et des vastes forêts_.” Very good,’ he said, ‘very good indeed! “_Et du geôlier lui-même apprendre des leçons_.” Most handsome, begad!’ ‘Come, Governor,’ cried the Countess, ‘you can read his poetry when we are gone. Open your grudging portals.’ ‘I ask your pardon,’ said the Colonel. ‘To a man of my character and tastes, these verses, this handsome reference—most moving, I assure you. Can I offer you an escort?’