It was none the less thrilling that he did it reluctantly, and in much the same manner as he had answered his father's questions, and as he had probably responded to the later cross-examination of Mr.Prince.

He did not tell it emotionally, but rather with the dogged air of one who had been subjected to a personal grievance for which he neither asked nor expected sympathy.

When he did not raise his eyes to Maruja's, he kept them fixed on his plate.
"Well," said Prince, when a long-drawn sigh of suspended emotion among the guests testified to his powers as a caterer to their amusement, "what do you say to some music with our coffee to follow the story ?" "It's more like a play," said Amita to Raymond.

"What a pity Captain Carroll, who knows all about Indians, isn't here to have enjoyed it.
But I suppose Maruja, who hasn't lost a word, will tell it to him." "I don't think she will," said Raymond, dryly, glancing at Maruja, who, lost in some intricate pattern of her Chinese plate, was apparently unconscious that her host was waiting her signal to withdraw.
At last she raised her head, and said, gently but audibly, to the waiting Prince,-- "It is positively a newer pattern; the old one had not that delicate straw line in the arabesque.

You must have had it made for you." "I did," said the gratified Prince, taking up the plate.