I'm poor, you see--very poor.

But I thank you and I'll think." The Prince, on the other side of the shop-window, had finally faced about and, as to see if she hadn't done, was trying to reach, with his eyes, the comparatively dim interior.

"I like it," she said--"I want it.

But I must decide what I can do." The man, not ungraciously, resigned himself.

"Well, I'll keep it for you." The small quarter-of-an-hour had had its marked oddity--this she felt even by the time the open air and the Bloomsbury aspects had again, in their protest against the truth of her gathered impression, made her more or less their own.