“But if I had not been here?”
“I should have gone alone,” said the Princess, smiling at him through the turbid twilight of Camberwell.
“And where, please, gracious heaven? I may at least have the honour of accompanying you.”
“Certainly, if you can walk so far.”
“So far as what, dear Princess?”
“As Madeira Crescent, Paddington.”
“Madeira Crescent, Paddington?” Hyacinth stared.
“That’s what I call it when I’m with people with whom I wish to be fine, like you. I have taken a small house there.”
“Then it’s really true that you have given up your beautiful things?”
“I have sold them all, to give to the poor.”