“Very well. The Princess came; but she did not go away.”
“How curious! Did she die of a peach-stone at the banquet?”
“Not at all. She became Princess of Este instead of Sheba.”
“Oh-h-h,” says Grace Plumer, in a long-drawn exclamation. “And then?”
“Why, Miss Grace, how insatiable you are!—then I came away.”
“You did? I wouldn’t have come away.”
“No, Miss Grace, you didn’t.”
“How—I didn’t? What does that mean, Mr. Moultrie?”
“I mean the Princess remained.”
“So you said. Is that all?”