Your maid reads all your letters and searches all your pockets.

Even your gardener keeps an account of all the flowers you order; for flowers, you know, have a language of their own.

Be sure you don't buy a parrot, else it will turn spy on you, too." "Who can it be that is so suspicious of me ?" asked the princess, in surprise.
"Have you forgotten the strict terms of your uncle's legacy, and are you unaware how slight an indiscretion on your part might furnish your relatives with a pretext for contesting your right to a share of the property?
Do you forget, too, how trifling an error might result in the cutting off of your allowance from Prince Cagliari ?" "Well, let them watch me, if they wish," returned Blanka, composedly.

"I have no secrets to hide from anybody." "A rash assertion for a woman to make," commented the other, as she poured herself a glass of water.

"How warm this water is!" she exclaimed, after taking a sip.
Blanka sprang up and offered to bring some ice from the dining-room.
"Aren't you afraid to go for it alone ?" "Certainly not; the lamps are all lighted." While the hostess was out of the room, her guest turned over Blanka's portfolio of drawings, and among them found her outline sketch of the Colosseum.
"You sketch beautifully," commented the marchioness, upon the other's return.
"It is my only diversion," replied the princess.
"This view of the Colosseum reminds me of one I saw at the Rossis'." "The artist may have chosen the same point of view," returned Blanka with admirable composure.
"I called on him at his studio lately," proceeded the marchioness.