Dodo looked at the little box.
"Oh, that's my father," she said. "Really, ma'am, I'm ashamed of him. His manufacture, you know. I expect he has put one in each of our rooms."
"But how kind! A present for me! Soap! So convenient. So screaming! I must thank him in the morning."
Then came a tap from the Prince's room next door, and he entered.
"Also, I have found a little box," he said. "Why is there a little iron box? I do not want a little iron box."
"Dearest, a present from Mr. Vane," said his wife. "So kind! So convenient for your soap."
"Ach! So! Then I will take my soap also away inside the box. I will have eighty-two marks and my soap in a box. That is good for one evening. Also, I wish it was a gold box."
Dodo went downstairs again, and found her father in a sort of stupor of satisfaction.
"A marvellous brain," he said. "I consider that the Prince has a marvellous brain. Such tenacity! Such firmness of grasp! Eh, when he gets hold of an idea, he isn't one of your fly-aways that let it go again. He nabs it."