Now I do.

That single streak of prudence was proof absolute and convincing." "I usually tell the truth," she said somewhat stiffly.
"Yes, it takes a genius to lie properly.

I am not so good at it myself as I should like to be.

But a woman of twenty-five ought not to look like a princess of eighteen--a tired princess moreover, who ought to have been sent to bed long ago." Her laugh had in it a note of bitterness.

"You certainly are not the sort of genius you aspire to be," she said, "any more than I am a princess of eighteen." "But you will be a queen at thirty," he said.