“Where are you going?”
“To the osteria. Mr. van der Staal is waiting for me.”
“He’s a lucky man!”
“Why?”
“He needs must be!”
“I don’t see why. Good-bye, prince.”
“Ask me to come too,” he entreated. “Let me lunch with you.”
“No,” she said, seriously. “Really not. It’s better not. I believe....”
“What?”
“That Duco is just like Urania.”