She's not afraid--not of anything; and yet she no more ever takes a liberty with you than if she trembled for her life.

And then she's INTERESTING--which plenty of other people with plenty of other merits never are a bit." In which fine flicker of vision the truth widened to the Princess's view.

"I myself of course don't take liberties, but then I do, always, by nature, tremble for my life.

That's the way I live." "Oh I say, love!" her father vaguely murmured.
"Yes, I live in terror," she insisted.

"I'm a small creeping thing." "You'll not persuade me that you're not as good as Charlotte Stant," he still placidly enough remarked.
"I may be as good, but I'm not so great--and that's what we're talking about.