“I had many lovers—many—many—many—” she went on.
“Bow-wow-wow!” he barked a short laugh.
He gazed at her with relaxing features. His steel-blue eyes goggled sardonically.
“Of all my lovers, I loved but one, Prince Haffanauer, the last. But he married and left me flat.”
“Lef’ your flat? Thought you lived in palazzo.”
“That’s so,” she echoed. “I did until the war came.”
“’Scuse me pers’nal queshion, Mis’ Zattiany, but have you sat in any these genelmen’s laps lately?”
“Not since Haffanauer,” she answered pleadingly.
“Tha’s long time—thirty minutes,” he ruminated. “That’s all ri’. Proceed!”
“I was sixty-five when Haffanauer—elapsed, so to speak.”