It would be--that was the difficulty--pretentious without being "good"; too usual, as a treasure, to have been an inspiration of the giver, and yet too primitive to be taken as tribute welcome on any terms.

They had been out more than two hours and, evidently, had found nothing.

It forced from Charlotte a kind of admission.
"It ought, really, if it should be a thing of this sort, to take its little value from having belonged to one's self." "Ecco!" said the Prince--just triumphantly enough.

"There you are." Behind the dealer were sundry small cupboards in the wall.

Two or three of these Charlotte had seen him open, so that her eyes found themselves resting on those he had not visited.