“Changed from what?”
“From the time of our first meeting at the theatre.”
“I’ll go on in any way you like,” said Hyacinth. “Only the real difference will be there, you know.”
“The real difference?”
“That I shall have ceased to care for what you care for.”
“I don’t understand,” she confessed with all the candour of her beauty.
“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’s really just as holy as ever; only the people I find myself pitying now are the rich, the happy.”
“I see. You’re very remarkable. You’re splendid. Perhaps you pity my husband,” she added in a moment.