My wife is a poor girl misled, she is only silly, she is not cruel." "_Mon Prince_," said I, "a girl--and therefore cruel; youth kills flies."-- He had such pain to understand it!' 'Madame von Rosen,' said the Princess, in most steadfast tones, but with a rose of anger in her face, 'who sent you here, and for what purpose?
Tell your errand.' 'O, madam, I believe you understand me very well,' returned von Rosen.
'I have not your philosophy.

I wear my heart upon my sleeve, excuse the indecency! It is a very little one,' she laughed, 'and I so often change the sleeve!' 'Am I to understand the Prince has been arrested ?' asked the Princess, rising.
'While you sat there dining!' cried the Countess, still nonchalantly seated.
'You have discharged your errand,' was the reply; 'I will not detain you.' 'O no, madam,' said the Countess, 'with your permission, I have not yet done.

I have borne much this evening in your service.

I have suffered.
I was made to suffer in your service.' She unfolded her fan as she spoke.

Quick as her pulses beat, the fan waved languidly.