“No, not yet. We must wait a little while. We must wait until I get the remittance from my publisher. His heart will soften as soon as the _Diet_ cancels its decree.” “What will you do with the twelve hundred?” “Don’t worry—I’ll know what to do with it——” “I know, you’ll put it in the bank, you miser——” Her countenance fell. Albert had been complaining of late of his extravagances and regretting that he had saved nothing from his large earnings during the past five years. He had told her that from now on he would be very economical and lay something aside for a rainy day. He was wistful. He was thinking of the earrings and wished to guard his surprise. “Will you put away all of it?” Anger was gathering in her pretty face. Since the king had become his friend she could not see why Albert should want to save any money after this. She had hoped he would at least take her that evening to one of the cafés. “No, no, I won’t put it all away,” he said joyfully, fondling her. “You are becoming stingy,” she said sullenly, and tried to disengage herself from his embrace. “You don’t call a man who tries to lay aside a few francs for a rainy day, stingy—do you?” Presently he was fully dressed and he dashed out of the house, the happiest of mortals. He ran down the three flights of steps like a little boy speeding to join his waiting playmates. And he kept running thru the streets, seeing no one until he reached the jewelry shop. He was soon back, with flushed face and panting, a nice little box in his breast pocket. Marguerite was addressing the parrot when Albert opened the door. She was telling the parrot that Albert was a great _poète allemand_ and the sweetest lover in the world, even though he was stingy at times. And the parrot laughed—“Ha—ha! Ha—ha! Ha—ha!” “Close your eyes, my sweet monkey,” Albert commanded. “You did not spend any money on a present for me, you extravagant boy!” “Close your eyes and keep them closed until I count three!” He kissed her and closed her eyes with the tips of his fingers. “One—two—three!” She opened her eyes upon a pair of sparkling earrings. “Albert! You spendthrift!” At seven-thirty the following evening the people seated against the mirrored walls of the _Café des Ambassadeurs_ cast glances of unconcealed admiration at the pretty woman on the arm of the renowned _poète allemand_. There was pride in his keen eyes as he caught the admiring glances and nodded almost triumphantly to his acquaintances. He was quite exultant and carefree, with all the melody of the Song of Songs in his heart. IX.