THE PRINCE
Thus, finally, she again dropped her eyes on it, drawing in her lips a little. "No—I call it grave."
"Ah then I don't want it."
"Very grave," said Charlotte Stant.
"Well, what did I tell you of him?" he asked, rejoicing, as they started: a question for all answer to which, before she took his arm, the girl thrust her paper crumpled into the pocket of her coat.
