‘If I had seen him when he recovered consciousness I should have said there was hope. Frankly, when I left last night, or rather this morning, I didn’t expect to see the Prince alive again--let alone conscious, and able to talk. According to all the rules of the game, he ought to get over the shock to the system with perfect ease and certainty. But I don’t think he will. I don’t think he wants to. And moreover, I think he is still under the influence of suicidal mania. If he had a razor he would cut his throat. You must keep his strength up. Inject, if necessary. I will come in this afternoon. I am due now at St James’s Palace.’ And the specialist hurried away, with an elaborate bow and a few hasty words of polite reassurances to Prince Aribert. When he had gone Prince Aribert took the other doctor aside. ‘Forget everything, doctor,’ he said, ‘except that I am one man and you are another, and tell me the truth. Shall you be able to save his Highness? Tell me the truth.’ ‘There is no truth,’ was the doctor’s reply. ‘The future is not in our hands, Prince.’ ‘But you are hopeful? Yes or no.’ The doctor looked at Prince Aribert. ‘No!’ he said shortly. ‘I am not. I am never hopeful when the patient is not on my side.’ ‘You mean--?’ ‘I mean that his Royal Highness has no desire to live. You must have observed that.’ ‘Only too well,’ said Aribert. ‘And you are aware of the cause?’ Aribert nodded an affirmative. ‘But cannot remove it?’ ‘No,’ said Aribert. He felt a touch on his sleeve. It was Nella’s finger. With a gesture she beckoned him towards the ante-room. ‘If you choose,’ she said, when they were alone, ‘Prince Eugen can be saved. I have arranged it.’ ‘You have arranged it?’ He bent over her, almost with an air of alarm. ‘Go and tell him that the million pounds which is so necessary to his happiness will be forthcoming. Tell him that it will be forthcoming today, if that will be any satisfaction to him.’ ‘But what do you mean by this, Nella?’ ‘I mean what I say, Aribert,’ and she sought his hand and took it in hers. ‘Just what I say. If a million pounds will save Prince Eugen’s life, it is at his disposal.’ ‘But how--how have you managed it? By what miracle?’ ‘My father,’ she replied softly, ‘will do anything that I ask him. Do not let us waste time. Go and tell Eugen it is arranged, that all will be well. Go!’ ‘But we cannot accept this--this enormous, this incredible favour. It is impossible.’ ‘Aribert,’ she said quickly, ‘remember you are not in Posen holding a Court reception. You are in England and you are talking to an American girl who has always been in the habit of having her own way.’ The Prince threw up his hands and went back in to the bedroom. The doctor was at a table writing out a prescription. Aribert approached the bedside, his heart beating furiously. Eugen greeted him with a faint, fatigued smile.