“Thank God, you are still here, or I couldn’t have come. But what a lodging for the Princess!” the visitor exclaimed. “She might at least live in a manner befitting.”
“Eh, the last time you were in London you thought it was too costly!” she cried.
He hesitated a moment. “Whatever she does is wrong. Is it because it’s so bad that you must go?” he went on.
“It is foolish—foolish—foolish,” said Madame Grandoni, slowly, impressively.
“Foolish, chè, chè! He was in the house nearly an hour, this one.”
“In the house? In what house?”
“Here, where you sit. I saw him go in, and when he came out it was after a long time, with her.”
“And where were you, meanwhile?”
Again Prince Casamassima hesitated. “I was on the other side of the street. When they came out I followed them. It was more than an hour ago.”
“Was it for that you came to London?”