She sat on the couch in the Egyptian fashion, clasping her knees with her hands and resting her chin on them. Dio sat down beside her.
"You don't know yet who I am?" asked the child, fixing her heavy gaze upon Dio.
"I don't."
"His wife."
"Whose wife?"
"Are you pretending, or what?"
"The princess?" Dio guessed suddenly.
"Thank heaven, at last!" said the visitor. "Well, why do you sit and stare at me?"
"Why, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? The king's daughter, a child of the Sun, is before you and it doesn't occur to you to make the slightest bow?"