“You think I will go back to be a Prince?”
“Why, of course.”
“Would you advise me to?”
“Why, of course, when you are tired of your atelier you will put on your crown.”
“I have no crown,” said Toto; “but I will no doubt return and put on a tall hat. What troubles me is Célestin.”
“Ah! Célestin!”
“She does not know who I am.”
Garnier frowned slightly.
“She would not have loved me, I think, if I had told her, poor child! She has a great awe of titled people; she makes hats for them. She will never do that again, anyhow.”
“Still,” said Garnier, “you ought to have told her.”