"I did not imagine you would miss me," I said—and glanced at her left hand.
She laughed, and held it up. "The finger is quite bare," she said; "but, I'll take off the glove, if you wish."
"I'm sorry," I said. "He is such a good chap."
She raised her eyebrows.
I leaned a bit closer. "You won't refuse him when he does offer?" I asked.
"I suppose an Archduke cannot be impertinent," she said.
"Not when he doesn't mean to be," said I.
"Do you know," said she slowly, and looking at me hard, the while, "I was foolish enough to think, very long ago, that you rather liked me, yourself."
"And it's just because I do—that I hoped the finger wasn't bare," I answered.
"How deliciously unselfish!" she exclaimed. "You will next be resigning the Princess to His Grace of Lotzen."