This warm atmosphere of women and flattery and idle chatter pleased him to the marrow.
'Madame von Eisenthal, your coiffure is delicious,' he remarked.
'Every one was saying so,' said one.
'If I have pleased Prince Charming ?' And Madame von Eisenthal swept him a deep curtsy with a killing glance of adoration.
'It is new ?' he asked.

'Vienna fashion.' 'Mint new,' replied the lady, 'for your Highness's return.

I felt young this morning; it was a premonition.

But why, Prince, do you ever leave us ?' 'For the pleasure of the return,' said Otto.

'I am like a dog; I must bury my bone, and then come back to great upon it.' 'O, a bone! Fie, what a comparison! You have brought back the manners of the wood,' returned the lady.
'Madam, it is what the dog has dearest,' said the Prince.