"She loved him as he deserved to be loved; he is the most perfect knight imaginable."
"There are others as good," said Tosa.
"You think so!" cried Tika, with an incredulous air; "I never heard of them."
"He loves her madly, I suppose?"
"How could any one help loving her?"
"True, she is beautiful," said the Prince, casting a look at Fatkoura.
"You think her beautiful now, when her eyes are drowned in tears, and when she scorns the aid of paint and dress. If you had seen her when she was happy!"
"I will do my utmost to bring back a smile to her lips," said Tosa.
"There is but one way to do that."
"What is it? Tell me."