After a dozen letters promising the chevalier things that almost turned his head, the man dropped him entirely.

In the midst of his dreams of wealth a letter came from the old skinflint's steward enclosing him the sum of six hundred marks, and telling him that as his master had come to the conclusion that wealth would be more of a curse than a blessing to a man of his class and station, he had thought better of his rash promise.

He begged to tender the enclosed as a proper and sufficient reward for the service rendered, and 'should not trouble the young man any further.' Of course, the chevalier didn't reply.

Who would, after having been promised wealth, education, everything one had confessed that one most desired?
Being young, high-spirited, and bitterly, bitterly disappointed, the chevalier bundled the six hundred marks back without a single word, and that was the last he ever heard of the Baron von Steinheid from that day to this." "The Baron von Steinheid ?" repeated Cleek, pulling himself up as though he had trodden upon something.

"Do you mean to say that the man whose life he saved--Scarmelli--tell me something: Does it happen by any chance that the 'Chevalier di Roma's' real name is Peter Janssen Pullaine ?" "Yes," said Scarmelli, in reply.