“I’ll go on in any way you like,” said Hyacinth; “only the real difference will be there.”
“The real difference?”
“That I shall have ceased to care for what you care about.”
“I don’t understand,” said the Princess.
“Isn’t it enough, now, to give my life to the beastly cause,” the young man broke out, “without giving my sympathy?”
“The beastly cause?” the Princess murmured, opening her deep eyes.
“Of course it is really just as holy as ever; only the people I find myself pitying now are the rich, the happy.”
“I see. You are very curious. Perhaps you pity my husband,” the Princess added in a moment.
“Do you call him one of the happy?” Hyacinth inquired, as they walked on again.
In answer to this she only repeated, “You are very curious!”