THE GOLDEN BOWL
must even in their odd way," she declared, "have some idea."
"Oh they've a great deal of idea," said the Prince. And nothing was easier than to mention the quantity. "They think so much of us. They think in particular so much of you."
"Ah don't put it all on 'me'!" she smiled.
But he was putting it now where she had admirably prepared the place. "It's a matter of your known character."
"Ah thank you for 'known'!" she still smiled.
"It's a matter of your wonderful cleverness and wonderful charm. It's a matter of what those things have done for you in the world—I mean in this world and this place. You're a Personage for them—and Personages do go and come."
"Oh no, my dear; there you're quite wrong." And she laughed now in the happier light they had diffused. "That's exactly what Personages don't do: they live in state and under constant consideration; they haven't latch-keys, but drums and trumpets announce them; and when they go out in 'growlers' it makes a greater noise still. It's you, caro mio," she said, "who, so far as that goes, are the Personage."
"Ah," he in turn protested, "don't put it all on me! What, at any rate, when you get home," he added, "shall you say that you've been doing?"
"I shall say, beautifully, that I've been here."
"All day?"
"Yes—all day. Keeping you company in your solitude. How can we understand anything," she went on, "without really seeing that this is what they
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