But she completed her admission.
"There's nothing here she could wear." It was only after a moment that her companion rejoined.

"Is there anything--do you think--that you could ?" It made her just start.

She didn't, at all events, look at the objects; she but looked for an instant very directly at him.

"No." "Ah!" the Prince quietly exclaimed.
"Would it be," Charlotte asked, "your idea to offer me something ?" "Well, why not--as a small ricordo." "But a ricordo of what ?" "Why, of 'this'-- as you yourself say.

Of this little hunt." "Oh, I say it--but hasn't my whole point been that I don't ask you to.
Therefore," she demanded--but smiling at him now--"where's the logic ?" "Oh, the logic--!" he laughed.
"But logic's everything.