"Empty as an egg-shell, madame."
"Not even the miniature of her sister?"
"Not even the miniature of her sister."
"Of her sister?" repeated Madame Dépine.
"Yes; did I never tell you of her? A handsome creature, but she threw her bonnet over the mills."
"But I thought that was the Princess."
"The Princess, too. Her bonnet will also be found lying there."
"No, no; I mean I thought the portrait was the Princess's."
Madame la Propriétaire laughed. "She told you so?"
"No, no; but—but I imagined so."