"Listen, Philip; in half an hour I shall be at St. Gregory's. I shall expect you there. You won't fail me? Don't keep me waiting long--we shall have a walk together. Go now--we may be discovered." She tried to go, but Julian held her back and threw his arms round her. "What, wilt thou leave me so coldly?" he said, and tried to press a kiss upon her lips. Rose did not know what to think of this boldness, for Philip had always been modest, and never dared more than kiss her hand, except once, when her mother had forbidden their meeting again. They had then exchanged their first kiss in great sorrow and in great love, but never since then. She struggled to free herself, but Julian held her firm, till at last she had to buy her liberty by submitting to the kiss, and begged him to go. But Julian seemed not at all inclined to move. "What! go? I'm not such a fool as that comes to! You think I love my horn better than you? No indeed!" "But then it isn't right, Philip." "Not right? why not, my beauty? there is nothing against kissing in the ten commandments." "Why, if we could marry, perhaps you might--but you know very well we can't marry, and--" "Not marry? why not? You can marry me any day you like." "Philip!--why will you talk such folly? You know we must not think of such a thing." "But _I_ think very seriously about it--if you would consent." "You are unkind to speak thus. Ah, Philip, I had a dream last night." "A dream--what was it?" "You had won a prize in the lottery; we were both so happy! you had bought a beautiful garden, handsomer than any in the city. It was a little paradise of flowers--and there were large beds of vegetables, and the trees were laden with fruit. And when I awoke, Philip, I felt so wretched--I wished I had not dreamed such a happy dream. You've nothing in the lottery, Philip, have you? Have you really won anything? The drawing took place to-day." "How much must I have gained to win you too?" "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! 'twill 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.