You're the Sleeping Beauty in the Wood." He still had no compunction when he heard her bewilderedly sigh: "Oh you're too delightfully droll!" "No, I only put thing's just as they are, and as I've also learned a little, thank heaven, to see them--which isn't, I quite agree with you, at all what any one does.

You're in the deep doze of the spell that has held you for long years, and it would be a shame, a crime, to wake you up.

Indeed I already feel with a thousand scruples that I'm giving you the fatal shake.

I say it even though it makes me sound a little as if I thought myself the fairy prince." She gazed at him with her queerest kindest look, which he was getting used to in spite of a faint fear, at the back of his head, of the strange things that sometimes occurred when lonely ladies, however mature, began to look at interesting young men from over the seas as if the young men desired to flirt.

"It's so wonderful," she said, "that you should be so very odd and yet so very good-natured." Well, it all came to the same thing--it was so wonderful that SHE should be so simple and yet so little of a bore.