“Upon my honor, my lord, this is indeed a most lovely face.”
“But look at me, count, look at me,” said the prince endeavoring to direct upon himself the attention of the count, who was completely absorbed in contemplation of the portrait.
“It is wonderful,” murmured Guiche.
“Really one would almost imagine you had never seen the young lady before.”
“It is true, my lord, I have seen her, but it was five years ago; there is a great difference between a child twelve years old and a girl of seventeen.”
“Well, what is your opinion?”
“My opinion is that the portrait must be flattering, my lord.”
“Of that,” said the prince triumphantly, “there can be no doubt, but let us suppose that it is not, what would your opinion be?”
“My lord, that your highness is exceedingly happy to have so charming a bride.”
“Very well, that is your opinion of her, but of me?”