When he came into his kingdom he intended to have such a garden.
"You'll let me have a peep at it sometimes, won't you ?" said Jane.
"Of course," said Paul.
The lack of enthusiasm in his tone chilled the girl's heart.

But she did not protest.

In these days, in spite of occasional outspokenness she was still a humble little girl worshipping her brilliant companion from afar.
"How often could I come ?" she asked.
"That," said he, in his boyish pashadom, "would depend on how good you were." Obedient to the thought processes of her sex, she made a bee line to the particular.
"Oh, Paul, I hope you're not angry." "At what ?" "At what I said about your being a model." "Not a bit," said he.

"If I hadn't wanted to know your opinion, I wouldn't have asked you." She brightened.

"You really wanted to know what I thought ?" "Naturally," said Paul.