13/14 "It is true, Countess, that you are here, but in this instance you are set with thorns." "To continue the allegory, Prince," she answered, passing on to the next table, "also with poisonous berries. But to the hand which has no fear, neither are harmful." The Prince laid down his hand. He drew her a little on one side. "Remember, everything must rest with him. Twice to-night you have brought that smile to his lips, and I never see it without thinking of unpleasant things." "You are right," she answered; "but I hate him so. |