Only when the nurse spoke to her, she answered her, for a real princess is never rude--even when she does well to be offended.
Of course the nurse was not comfortable in her mind--not that she suspected the least truth in Irene's story, but that she loved her dearly, and was vexed with herself for having been cross to her.

She thought her crossness was the cause of the princess's unhappiness, and had no idea that she was really and deeply hurt at not being believed.
But, as it became more and more plain during the evening in her every motion and look, that, although she tried to amuse herself with her toys, her heart was too vexed and troubled to enjoy them, her nurse's discomfort grew and grew.

When bedtime came, she undressed and laid her down, but the child, instead of holding up her little mouth to be kissed, turned away from her and lay still.

Then nursie's heart gave way altogether, and she began to cry.

At the sound of her first sob the princess turned again, and held her face to kiss her as usual.