Let that be a warning to you--eh, princess?
I hope he tells you everything." "Put not your trust in princesses," said Steinmetz from the hearth-rug, where he was still warming his hands, for he had driven Maggie over.

"It says so in the Bible." "Princes, profane one!" exclaimed the countess with a laugh--"princes, not princesses!" "It may be so.

I bow to your superior literary attainments," replied Steinmetz, looking casually and significantly at a pile of yellow-backed foreign novels on a side-table.
"No," the countess went on, addressing her conversation to Etta; "no, my husband--figure to yourself, princess--told me nothing.

I never knew that he was implicated in this great scheme.

I do not know now who else was concerned in it.