"Antonio, do you know what? I've taken a great dislike to that Princess!"
"Why? She's all right."
"Yes, but—you see——"
"What?"
She paused—then went on, her voice rather sleepy: "Do you remember that female lion-tamer we saw at Parma? She looked at women in such a strange way. I couldn't think whom the Princess reminded me of, and I thought, and thought——Her eyes are just like that lion-tamer's! Didn't you see how she stared at me?"
"Well? She liked you. Who knows but she'll leave you something in her will!"
"Is she really rich?"
"The deuce she is! A millionaire."
"Her gloves were so dirty."