I hastily corrected his preposterous interpretation of the word, much to his relief.
I was still in my precious state of muddle. Mrs. Judson took occasion to flounce by me in her work of clearing the table.
“A prince in his palace,” she taunted. I laughed in a lofty manner.
“Why, you poor thing, I’ve known it all for some days,” I said.
“Well, I must say you’re the deep one if you did—never letting on!”
She was unable to repress a glance of admiration at me as she moved off.
I stood where she had left me, meditating profoundly.