Almost roughly he turned away.
"Quite right," he muttered.

"I must not touch the Princess of my fairy garden.

Only let us go back now, please.

I cannot stay here any longer." She obeyed at once.

There was a queer, pathetic little droop at the corners of her lips, and she avoided his eyes.
"Good-bye!" he said.
His tone was dull and spiritless.