something — and if he is not trying to cheat you again. You are smiling. You don’t believe me?”
“It seems to me that all this has nothing to do with your affairs,” remarked the prince.
“I have lain here now for three days,” cried the young man without noticing, “and I have seen a lot! Fancy! he suspects his daughter, that angel, that orphan, my cousin — he suspects her, and every evening he searches her room, to see if she has a lover hidden in it!
He comes here too on tiptoe, creeping softly — oh, so softly — and looks under the sofa — my bed, you know. He is mad with suspicion, and sees a thief in every corner. He runs about all night long; he was up