She flushed into enthusiasm.
“You should see Meudon, Marli, Versailles!” she cried. “You would appreciate them—palaces——”
He interrupted her.
“Such as I shall never achieve, Madame. My father built these modest rooms, nor am I like to build anything finer.”
She glanced at his grave young face.
“Now why?” she asked, her voice falling softly.
“Because I think to have other things to do, Madame.”
The sarabande had come to an end.
The Prince turned to his companion with a composed air of courtliness—