"It's granted—name it."
"That you be nice to him who sits beside you at supper, to-night."
She looked at me a moment—masks are very annoying when one wants to see the face.
"That will be an easy penance," she said—and I understood she had been told who that man was to be.
I bent toward her. "Let him know it, then," I said earnestly.
"Your Highness likes him?" she asked.
"I do more than like him," I said.
She threw a quick glance up at me.
"Maybe I do, too," she laughed.
"Good," said I; then began to speak of something else. There is just as proper a point to quit a subject as to start it.