Jane and I have been tramping the same old high-road, but you've been climbing mountains--yer and yer gold cigarette cases.
Let's hear about it." So Paul told his story, and as he told it, it seemed to him, in its improbability, more like a fairy-tale than the sober happenings of real life.
"You've said nothing about the princess," Jane remarked, when he had ended.
"The princess ?" "Yes.

Where does she come in ?" "The Princess Zobraska is a friend of my employers." "But you and she are great friends," Jane persisted quietly.

"That's obvious to anybody.

I was standing quite close when you helped her into the motor car." "I didn't see you." "I took care you didn't.

She looks charming." "Most princesses are charming--when they've no particular reason to be otherwise," said Paul.