THE PRINCE
"Ah my dear!" he vaguely protested. Their entertainer meanwhile stood there with his eyes on them, and the girl, though at this minute more interested in her passage with her friend than in anything else, again met his gaze. It was a comfort to her that their foreign tongue covered what they said—and they might have appeared of course, as the Prince now had one of the snuff-boxes in his hand, to be discussing a purchase.
"You don't refer," she went on to her companion. I refer."
He had lifted the lid of his little box and he looked into it hard. "Do you mean by that then that you would be free—?"
"'Free'—?"
"To offer me something?"
This gave her a longer pause, and when she spoke again she might have seemed, oddly, to be addressing the dealer. "Would you allow me—?"
"No," said the Prince into his little box.
"You wouldn't accept it from me?"
"No," he repeated in the same way.
She exhaled a long breath that was like a guarded sigh. "But you've touched an idea that has been mine. It's what I've wanted." Then she added: "It was what I hoped."
He put down his box—this had drawn his eyes. He made nothing, clearly, of the little man's attention. "It's what you brought me out for?"
"Well, that's at any rate," she returned, "my own affair. But it won't do?"
"It won't do, cara mia."
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