“Individuality be ——! No one can doubt she’s a terrible woman.”
The Queen gently groaned.
“I see life to-day,” she declared, “in the colour of mould.”
The Prince protruded a shade the purple violet of his tongue.
“Well, it’s depressing,” he said, “for us all, with the Castle full of blacks.”
“That is the least of my worries,” the Queen observed. “Oh, Yousef, Yousef,” she added, “do you wish to break my heart?”
The young man protruded some few degrees further his tongue.
“I gather you’re alluding to Laura!” he remarked.
“But what can you see in her?” his mother mourned.
“She suits my feelings,” the Prince simply said.