"So lonely, Prince! I consider myself happy in having a minute's conversation with your Royal Highness."
Philip looked at the speaker; and he was a miner, covered over with gold and jewels.
"But one instant," said the mask. "The business is pressing, and deeply concerns you."
"Who are you?" inquired Philip.
"Count Bodenlos, the Minister of Finance, at your Highness's service," answered the miner, and showed his face, which looked as if it were a second mask, with its little eyes and copper-colored nose.
"Well, then, my lord, what are your commands?"
"May I speak openly? I waited on your Royal Highness thrice, and was never admitted to the honor of an audience; and yet—Heaven is my witness—no man in all this court has a deeper interest in your Royal Highness than I have."
"I am greatly obliged to you," replied Philip; "what is your business just now? But be quick."
"May I venture to speak of the house of Abraham Levi?"
"As much as you like."
"They have applied to me about the fifty thousand dollars which you owe them, and threaten to apply to the King. And you remem-
