And then, perhaps, I saw a good newspaper story." The muscles in his jaws hardened, despite the airy tone he used.
"I see that there is nothing to be gotten from you." Then the Prince directed his glance to me.

"And you, sir; what is she to you?
What is her Serene Highness to you ?" "She is everything in the world to me," said I.
The consternation which followed cannot be described here.

The Count stepped back, dumb-founded.

Hillars regarded me as though he thought I had suddenly gone mad.

The countenance of the Prince alone remained unruffled.
"Count," he said, laughing, "it seems that the Princess gathers lovers as a woolen coat does teasels.