The Prince exclaimed with a dramatic gesture: "She favors the Duke, we are betrayed." "Let us toss a coin to see who shall go up," said the Chevalier. He took a five-franc piece from his pocket, and began with the Prince. "Tail," said he. It was head. The Prince tossed the coin in his turn saying to Saval: "Call, Monsieur." Saval called "Head." It was tail. The Prince then gave all the others a chance, and they all lost. Servigny, who was standing opposite him, exclaimed in his insolent way: "PARBLEU! he is cheating!" The Russian put his hand on his heart and held out the gold piece to his rival, saying: "Toss it yourself, my dear Duke." Servigny took it and spinning it up, said: "Head." It was tail. He bowed and pointing to the pillar of the balcony said: "Climb up, Prince." But the Prince looked about him with a disturbed air. "What are you looking for?" asked the Chevalier. "Well,--I--would--like--a ladder." A general laugh followed. Saval, advancing, said: "We will help you." He lifted him in his arms, as strong as those of Hercules, telling him: "Now climb to that balcony." The Prince immediately clung to it, and, Saval letting him go, he swung there, suspended in the air, moving his legs in empty space. Then Servigny, seeing his struggling legs which sought a resting place, pulled them downward with all his strength; the hands lost their grip and the Prince fell in a heap on Monsieur de Belvigne, who was coming to aid him. "Whose turn next?" asked Servigny. No one claimed the privilege. "Come, Belvigne, courage!" "Thank you, my dear boy, I am thinking of my bones." "Come, Chevalier, you must be used to scaling walls." "I give my place to you, my dear Duke." "Ha, ha, that is just what I expected." Servigny, with a keen eye, turned to the pillar. Then with a leap, clinging to the balcony, he drew himself up like a gymnast and climbed over the balustrade. All the spectators, gazing at him, applauded. But he immediately reappeared, calling: "Come, quick! Come, quick! Yvette is unconscious." The Marquise uttered a loud cry, and rushed for the stairs. The young girl, her eyes closed, pretended to be dead. Her mother entered distracted, and threw her self upon her. "Tell me what is the matter with her, what is the matter with her?" Servigny picked up the bottle of chloroform which had fallen upon the floor. "She has drugged herself," said he. He placed his ear to her heart; then he added: "But she is not dead; we can resuscitate her. Have you any ammonia?" The maid, bewildered, repeated: "Any what, Monsieur?" "Any smelling-salts." "Yes, Monsieur." "Bring them at once, and leave the door open to make a draft of air." The Marquise, on her knees, was sobbing: "Yvette! Yvette, my daughter, my daughter, listen, answer me, Yvette, my child. Oh, my God! my God! what has she done?"