"But I can't go home. How can I? I am disgraced. My father would never let me in."
"Oh I'd arrange all that. I don't think you'd find him angry if you followed my advice very carefully. On the other hand, if you like this and want to stay on there's nothing more to be said. I'll say good-bye, and promise you shall be left in peace. You shall be left to be happy entirely in your own way."
Priscilla was silent.
"You don't—look happy," he said, scrutinizing her face.
She was silent.
"You've got very thin. How did you manage that in such a little while?"
"We've muddled things rather," she said with an ashamed sort of smile. "On the days when I was hungry there wasn't anything to eat, and then when there were things I wasn't hungry."
The Prince looked puzzled. "Didn't that old scamp—I mean didn't the excellent Fritzing bring enough money?"
"He thought he did, but it wasn't enough."
"Is it all gone?"