"Is that so? Most people find us very much alike."
"In appearance, yes. But not in dispositions. I think I should know you were you even in his clothes."
"Do you?" said she. "Some day I shall put them on and try you."
"I wish you would," I said. "You will see that you cannot fool me."
"Where is your Jonathan to-day, David?" she asked.
"Nicholas? He went off somewhere with General Palmora. Perhaps to Nischon to see Princess Teskla. The General is quite a match-maker. I verily believe he would like to see Nick married to that young woman."
"You interest me. But since when did Americans hope to mate with Princesses of the blood?"
"But Nick—" I began—and checked myself just in time. Then another thought struck me and perhaps came to the surface in the look which I gave her. "Americans never hope to mate with Princesses of the blood. They mate with the woman they love. If she happens to be a princess, that is her misfortune, not his fault."
"The woman they love," she echoed, turning the phrase over in her mind. Then she flew away on a new tack. "Have you ever met Princess Teskla?"
"No, but I expect to, shortly."