"Walk softly, please.

I really have a headache." "No wonder, in this close room," the man muttered, a little ungraciously.

"It smells as though you had been burning incense here." "It suits me," the Princess answered calmly, "and it happens to be my room.

Bring that chair up here and say what you have to say." The man obeyed in silence.

When he had made himself quite comfortable, he raised her hand, the one which was nearest to him, to his lips, and afterwards retained it in his own.
"Forgive me if I seem unsympathetic, Ena," he said.