"I don't quite know what I want," said the duke.
The bishop laughed softly. Things were going excellently well.
"Surely, my dear boy," he said, "even you—fortunate as you are—cannot say that there is nothing in the world that you don't want?"
"I know!" the duke answered suddenly, with a quick flush. "There is one thing which I want very much!"
"Well, then, if it is not too expensive," Lady Constance said, "and if you win, of course, I will give it to you. But what is it?"
"I don't think I will tell you now," the duke replied. "We will wait and see the issues. But what do you want, Lady Constance?"
"Well, I don't know, either," she said. "Oh, yes, I do. I saw Barrett's the other day—the place in Piccadilly, you know—there were some delightful little ivory pigs. I should like a pig to add to my collection of charms. I meant to have bought one then, only I was rather in a hurry, and besides, your chain charms ought always to be given to you if they are to bring you good luck."
"Very well, then, that is settled," said the duke.
"I don't think it is at all fair, all the same," she said, "not to tell me what your prize is to be if you win."
"My resolution upon that point is inflexible, Lady Constance," he answered.