"Do you like it then ?" Charlotte turned to her friend.

"Do YOU like it ?" He came no nearer; he looked at their companion.

"Cos'e ?" "Well, signori miei, if you must know, it's just a perfect crystal." "Of course we must know, per Dio!" said the Prince.

But he turned away again--he went back to his glass door.
Charlotte set down the bowl; she was evidently taken.

"Do you mean it's cut out of a single crystal ?" "If it isn't I think I can promise you that you'll never find any joint or any piecing." She wondered.