“Do you think because Catharine has reigned that there is no modesty left in Russia?”
“How can I think that, your Highness, when I look upon you?”
“Ask, instead, for fifty thousand roubles; you shall have them.”
“I prefer something more precious.”
“You—prefer—a—kiss—to—fifty—thousand—roubles!” she said, pausing in surprise between each word.
“If the kiss come from you.”
“It shall never come,” she said breathlessly.
“Your highness, ’tis yours to refuse; ’tis mine also.”
“You mean that you will decline the Empress’s wish.”