Happy, yes; I am happy if you like; but I will tell you frankly, I was happier when I brought you home.' 'Well,' said the Princess, not without constraint, 'it seems you changed your mind.' 'Not I,' returned Otto, 'I never changed.

Do you remember, Seraphina, on our way home, when you saw the roses in the lane, and I got out and plucked them?
It was a narrow lane between great trees; the sunset at the end was all gold, and the rooks were flying overhead.

There were nine, nine red roses; you gave me a kiss for each, and I told myself that every rose and every kiss should stand for a year of love.

Well, in eighteen months there was an end.

But do you fancy, Seraphina, that my heart has altered ?' 'I am sure I cannot tell,' she said, like an automaton.
'It has not,' the Prince continued.