'Butterfly! Well, and am I not to kiss your hand ?' she added.
'Madam, it is I who must kiss yours.' And Otto bowed and kissed it.
'You deny me every indulgence,' she said, smiling.
'And now what news in Court ?' inquired the Prince.

'I come to you for my gazette.' 'Ditch-water!' she replied.

'The world is all asleep, grown grey in slumber; I do not remember any waking movement since quite an eternity; and the last thing in the nature of a sensation was the last time my governess was allowed to box my ears.

But yet I do myself and your unfortunate enchanted palace some injustice.

Here is the last--O positively!' And she told him the story from behind her fan, with many glances, many cunning strokes of the narrator's art.