It is very small--it is wretchedly small; but it is what I live on." "And you have only to sign that paper ?" Acton asked.
The Baroness looked at him a moment.

"Do you urge it ?" He got up slowly, and stood with his hands in his pockets.

"What do you gain by not doing it ?" "I am supposed to gain this advantage--that if I delay, or temporize, the Prince may come back to me, may make a stand against his brother.
He is very fond of me, and his brother has pushed him only little by little." "If he were to come back to you," said Acton, "would you--would you take him back ?" The Baroness met his eyes; she colored just a little.

Then she rose.

"I should have the satisfaction of saying, 'Now it is my turn.