THE PRINCE
like—Maggie wires her joy only to you. She makes no sign of its overflow to me."
It was a point—and, staring a moment, he took account of it. But he had, as before, his presence of mind—to say nothing of his kindly humour. "Why you complain of the very thing that's most charmingly conclusive! She treats us already as one."
Clearly now for the girl, in spite of lucidity and logic, there was something in the way he said things—! She faced him in all her desire to please him, and then her word quite simply and definitely showed it. "I do like you, you know."
Well, what could this do but stimulate his humour? "I see what's the matter with you. You won't be quiet till you've heard from the Prince himself. I think," the happy man added, "that I'll go and secretly wire to him that you'd like, reply paid, a few words for yourself."
It could apparently but encourage her further to smile. "Reply paid for him, you mean—or for me?"
"Oh I'll pay with pleasure anything back for you—as many words as you like." And he went on, to keep it up. "Not requiring either to see your message."
She could take it, visibly, as he meant it. "Should you require to see the Prince's?"
"Not a bit. You can keep that also to yourself."
On his speaking however as if his transmitting the hint were a real question, she appeared to consider—and almost as for good taste—that the joke had gone far enough. "It doesn't matter. Unless he speaks of his own movement—! And why should
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