Miss Jennie stood with her back to the wall, and putting her hands behind her, she said,-- "No, no; you are not going to touch me again.

Of course it's true, and if you had the sense of a six-year-old child, you would have seen it long ago; and she paid sixty thousand pounds of your gambling debts, too." "What are you talking about?
The Princess has never given me a penny of her money; I don't need it.

Goodness knows, I have money enough of my own." "Well, Cadbury Taylor said that you--Oh, I'll warrant you, it is like all the rest of his statements, pure moonshine." "Of whom are you speaking?
And why did my wife protect that wretch whom she knows has stolen her diamonds ?" "You mean von Schaumberg ?" "Yes." "I believe the Princess does think he stole them, and the reason the Princess protects him is to prevent you from challenging him, for she fears that he, being a military man, will kill you, although I fancy she would be well rid of you." "But he stole the diamonds--there was nobody else." "He did nothing of the kind.

Read that!" The Prince, bewildered, took the sheet that she handed to him and read it, a wrinkle of bewilderment corrugating his brow.
"I don't understand what this has to do with the case," he said at last.
"It seems to be an order on the bank at Vienna for the diamonds, written by the Princess herself." "Of course it is.

Well, if the diamonds had been delivered, that paper would now be in the possession of the bank instead of in your hands." "Perhaps she mislaid this order and wrote another." "Perhaps.