The Prince stood by the window and undid the packet with trembling hands.

He examined one and then another of the letters, turning at last towards the girl with renewed anger in his face.
"You are trifling with me, my girl," he cried.
"No, I am not," she said stoutly.
"These are my own letters, written by me to my wife before we were married!" "Of course they are.

What others did you expect?
These are the only letters, so far as I have learned, that any man has written to her, and the only letters she cares for of all the thousands she has ever received.

Why, you foolish, blind man, I had not been in this castle a day before I saw how matters stood.

The Princess is breaking her poor heart because you are unkind to her, and she cares for nobody on earth but you, great stupid dunce that you are." "Is it true?
Will you swear it's true ?" cried the Prince, dropping the packet and going hastily toward the girl.