"Of course we are." Hardwick bent to kiss her hand and she snatched it away swiftly.
"That isn't friendship."
"Oh, with you friendship means: 'You may look, but you mustn't touch.'"
"Exactly," said Miss Enistor lightly, "consider me if you please as a valuable Dresden china ornament under a glass shade."
Julian heaved another sigh and began to collect his painting materials. "I must if I must," he admitted grudgingly; "there isn't another man, I suppose?"
The face of the girl grew grave. "There isn't another man whom I love, if that is what you mean," she said, reluctantly. "I have not yet met with my Prince, who will wake me to love and beauty. But there is a man who wants, as you do, to be the Prince."
"Oh hang him, who is he?"
"Don Pablo Narvaez!"
"That old mummy. Impossible!"