“You have made me the happiest, and at the same time the most wretched of men,” he said after a pause.

“What do you mean?” she said innocently.

“Do you not belong to another man?” he asked her in a sad voice.

She shook her abundant, light curls.

“Up till now, I have belonged to myself alone, and I will prove it to you, by requesting you to call upon me frequently and without restraint.  Everyone shall know that we are lovers.  I am not ashamed of belonging to an honorable man, but I will not sell myself.”

“But your splendid apartments, and your dresses,” her lover interposed shyly, “you cannot pay for them out of your salary.”

“My mother has won a large prize in the lottery, or made a hit on the Stock Exchange.”  And with these words, the determined girl cut short all further explanations.

That same evening the young man paid his first visit, to the horror of the girl’s mother, who was so devoted to the Stock Exchange, and he came again the next day, and nearly every day.  Her mother’s reproaches were of no more avail than Jupiter’s furious looks, and when the latter one day asked for an explanation as to certain visits, the girl said proudly: 

“That is very soon explained.  He loves me as I love him, and I presume you can guess the rest.”

And he certainly did guess the rest, and disappeared, and with him the shower of gold ceased.

The mother cried and the daughter laughed.  “I never gave the worn out old rake any hopes, and what does it matter to me, what bargain you made with him?  I always thought that you had been lucky on the Stock Exchange.  Now, however, we must seriously consider about giving up our apartments, and make up our minds to live as we did before.”

“Are you really capable of making such a sacrifice for me, to renounce luxury and to have my poverty?” her lover said.

“Certainly I am!  Is not that a matter of course when one loves?” the ballet girl replied in surprise.

“Then let me inform you, my dear Henrietta,” he said, “that I am not so poor as you think; I only wished to find out, whether I could make myself loved for my own sake, I have done so.  I am Count L——­, and though I am a minor and dependent on my parents, yet I have enough to be able to retain your pretty rooms for you, and to offer you, if not a luxurious, at any rate a comfortable existence.”

On hearing this, Mamma dried her tears immediately.  Count L——­ became the girl’s acknowledged lover, and they passed the happiest hours together.  Unselfish as the girl was, she was yet such a thoroughly ingenuous Viennese, that, whenever she saw anything that took her fancy, whether it was a dress, a cloak or one of those pretty little ornaments for a side table, she used to express her admiration in such terms, as forced her lover to make her a present of the object in question.  In this way, Count L——­ incurred enormous debts, which his father paid repeatedly; at last, however, he inquired into the cause of all this extravagance, and when he discovered it, he gave his son the choice of giving up his connection with the dancer, or of relinquishing all claims on the paternal money box.