Each professed surprise at the extent of the other's knowledge; the Prince in especial wondered at his friend's possession of her London.

He had rather prized his own possession, the guidance he could really often give a cabman; it was a whim of his own, a part of his Anglomania, and congruous with that feature, which had, after all, so much more surface than depth.

When his companion, with the memory of other visits and other rambles, spoke of places he hadn't seen and things he didn't know, he actually felt again--as half the effect--just a shade humiliated.

He might even have felt a trifle annoyed--if it hadn't been, on this spot, for his being, even more, interested.

It was a fresh light on Charlotte and on her curious world-quality, of which, in Rome, he had had his due sense, but which clearly would show larger on the big London stage.