Henry's love for her friend had been manifest from the very beginning, so she had never had any illusions or doubt about it; and if she had been so weak and foolish as to allow herself to fall in love with him, she must bear it and not be mean.

Sabine certainly was not to blame.
"I--hope I shall satisfy him," Sabine sighed; "but I do not know.

What does satisfy a man?
Tell me, Moravia--you who understand them." "It depends upon the man," and the Princess looked thoughtful.

"I know now that if I had been clever I could have satisfied Girolamo for ages, by appearing to be always just a little out of his reach, so as to keep his hunting instinct alive.

When a man is a very strong, passionate creature like that, it is the only way--make him scheme to get you to be lovely to him, make him wait, and never be sure if you are going to let him kiss you or no; and if you adore him really yourself, _hide it_, and let him feel always that he has to use his wits and all his charms to keep you.