It was plainly apparent that his seeming discourtesy caused him deep regret.

He was about to speak, but the Princess went impetuously on.
"Is the Director of Police a friend of yours, Herr Feltz?
I don't mean merely an official friend, but a personal friend ?" "I am under many obligations to him, your Highness, and besides that, like any other citizen of Vienna, I am compelled to obey him when he commands." "What I want to learn," continued the Princess, her anger visibly rising at this unexpected opposition, "is whether you wish the man well or not ?" "I certainly wish him well, your Highness." "In that case know that if my friend leaves this shop without seeing the analysis of the material she brought to you, the Director of Police will be dismissed from his office to-morrow.

If you doubt my influence with my husband to have that done, just try the experiment of sending us away unsatisfied." The old man bowed his white head.
"Your Highness," he said, "I shall take the responsibility of refusing to obey the orders of the Director of Police.

Excuse me for a moment." He retired into his den, and presently emerged with a sheet of paper in his hand.
"It must be understood," he said, addressing Jennie, "that the analysis is but roughly made.

I intended to devote the night to a more minute scrutiny." "All I want at the present moment," said Jennie, "is a rough analysis." "There it is," said the chemist, handing her the paper.