‘An archangel.’
‘And sumptuous?’
‘Is he not a conqueror? All the plunder of the world will be yours.’
‘I am tired of magnificence. I built this kiosk to forget it.’
‘It is not in the least degree splendid,’ said Honain, looking round with a smile.
‘No,’ answered the lady, with a self-satisfied air: ‘here, at least, one can forget one has the misfortune to be a princess.’
‘It is certainly a great misfortune,’ said the physician.
‘And yet it must be the only tolerable lot,’ replied the lady.
‘Assuredly,’ replied Honain.
‘For our unhappy sex, at least.’