The Count rose to his feet.
There were drops of perspiration upon his forehead.

He was distracted.
"Is this true, madam ?" he asked of the Princess.
"It is true," she admitted.
He leaned towards her.
"What about my three thousand pounds ?" he whispered.

"Who will pay me back that?
It is cheating.

That money has been gained by what you call false pretences.

There is punishment for that, eh ?" The Princess dabbed at her eyes with a little morsel of lace handkerchief.
"One must live," she murmured.