"No, dear. I sha'n't marry again. I know what marriage means. Are you coming for a little walk with me? It's a fine day; and you have upset me so with your little troubles that I can't do any work this morning. It's lovely weather: come along and buy some flowers in the Piazza di Spagna."
They went and bought the flowers. Cornélie took Urania back to Belloni's. As she walked away, on the road to the osteria for lunch, she heard somebody following her. It was the prince.
"I caught sight of you from the corner of the Via Aurora," he said "Urania was just going home."
"Prince," she said at once, "there must be no more of it."
"Of what?"
"No more visits, no more joking, no more presents, no more dinners at the Grand-Hôtel, no more champagne."
"Why not?"
"The future princess won't have it."
"Is she jealous?"
Cornélie described the scene to him: