"We don't want any lessons from you in our duty," replied the sergeant; "march! all of them!"
"The damsel too?" asked Philip; "you don't want her surely!"
"No, she may go; but we must see her face, and take down her name and residence; it may be of use."
"She is the daughter of Widow Bittner," said Philip; and was not a little enraged when the whole party took Rose to a lamp and gazed on her tearful face.
"Go home, Rose, and don't be alarmed on my account," said Philip, trying to comfort her; "my conscience is clear."
But Rose sobbed so as to move even the policemen to pity her. The Prince, availing himself of the opportunity, attempted to spring out of his captors' hands, but one of the men was a better jumper than he, and put an obstacle in his way.
"Hallo!" cried the sergeant, "this fellow's conscience is not quite so clear; hold him firm; march!"
"Whither?" said the Prince.
"Directly to the Minister of Police."
"Listen," said the Prince, seriously but affably, for he did not like the turn affairs were taking, as he was anxious to keep his watchman frolic concealed. "I have nothing to do with this
