"So soon as you have refused me the third time, madame," bowed the smith.
"Will you not answer me?" cried the Princess; and she smiled no more, but was as eager as though she were asking some important question.
"Bring the Countess here to-morrow at this time," said Stephen, "and I will answer."
"You wish, perhaps, to make a comparison between us?" she asked haughtily.
"I cannot be compelled to answer except on my own terms," said the smith. "Yet if you will refuse me once again, the thing will be finished."
"I will refuse you," she cried, "when I please."
"But you will bring the Countess, madame?"
"I am very sorry for her. I have behaved ill to her, Stephen, though I meant only to jest."
"There is room for amends, madame," said he.
The Princess looked long and curiously in his face, but he met her glance with a quiet smile.
"It grows late," said he, "and you should not be here longer, madame. Shall I escort you to the palace?"
