"I—am—no—prince," at last stuttered Philip, now driven to extremities.
"You are! Everybody recognized you at the ball. I know you by your hat. You sha'n't escape me."
Philip lifted up his mask, and showed the Duke his face.
"Now, then, am I a prince?"
Duke Herrman, when he saw the countenance of a man he had never seen before, started back, and stood gazing as if he had been petrified. To have revealed his secrets to a perfect stranger 1 'T was horrible beyond conception! But before he had recovered from his surprise, Philip had opened the door and effected his escape.
XI.
The moment he found himself at liberty he took off his hat and feathers, and wrapping them in his silk mantle, rushed through the streets towards St. Gregory's, carrying them under his arm. There stood Rose already, in a corner of the high church door, expecting his arrival.
"Ah, Philip, dear Philip," she said, pressing his hand, "how happy you have made me! how lucky we are! I was very uneasy to get away from my friend's house, and I have been waiting here this quarter of an hour, but never cared for
