But will you do," he asked, "still one thing more for me ?" It was as if, for an instant, with her new exposure, it had made her turn pale.

"Is there even one thing left ?" "Ah, my dear, my dear, my dear!"-- it had pressed again in him the fine spring of the unspeakable.

There was nothing, however, that the Princess herself couldn't say.

"I'll do anything, if you'll tell me what." "Then wait." And his raised Italian hand, with its play of admonitory fingers, had never made gesture more expressive.

His voice itself dropped to a tone--! "Wait," he repeated.