"I didn't know it."
"Are you not aware of any class of recollective remarks or inquiries which now and then break forth, and which you invariably smother with a thick blanket of silence?"
There was another quick glance and smile, and then Faith said as she handed him his cup,—
"What do you want to know, Endecott?"
"I want to know where there was ever just such another princess. And by the way, speaking of the shore—I have something that belongs to her."
"To me?"
"Oui, mademoiselle."
"May I know what?"
"You may, yet not just now. You may guess what it is."
But Faith gave up guessing in despair at one of Mr. Linden's puzzles.