“It is true,” said the Prince, thoughtfully.
“Why, she sings half the day like a bird—”
“Whose heart is broken,” quickly ended the Prince.
“She plays like a child—”
“Who is commanded to rejoice.”
“Her soul is as gay—”
“As a priestess whom the black temple shuts from life.”
“Pugh! She laughs—”
“With tears in her throat”; again the Prince finished the sentence. “Yes, it is so, I tell you. I am not deceived.”
“Your affection, my lord, causes you to imagine things that do not exist.”