"His picture is fixed there guarding me.

Against my heart there lies a second.

I wish your Highness all speed to Italy." She dropped his hand, bowed to him again in sign that the interview was ended.

The Prince had a final argument.
"You refuse a dowry of L100,000.

I would have you think of that." "Sir, you think of it for both of us." The Prince drew himself up to his full stature.
"I have your answer, then ?" "You have, sir.