Answer me as I would be answered, your window and your door are free.

Refuse me, and I travel into Italy.

My trunks are already packed." "Neatly packed, I hope," said Clementina.

Her cheek was flushed; her lips no longer smiled.

But she spoke most politely, and the Prince was at a loss.
"Will you give me your hand," said she, "as far as my table ?" The Prince doubtfully stretched out his hand, and the couple paced in a stately fashion to Clementina's table.
"What do you see upon my table ?" said she, with something of the Prince's pomposity.
"A picture," said he, reluctantly.
"Whose ?" "The Pretender's," he answered with a sneer.
"The King's," said she, pleasantly.