'Now, none of you girls are to go in the lift at all, mind! It's _my_ lift. You can use the other one, or go up the mother-of-pearl staircase, as usual.' Then she stepped into the lift, and the silver doors clicked, and the lift went up, just carrying her and him. She had put on a white silky gown, to match the new lift, and she, too, had silver buckles on her shoes, and a string of pearls round her throat, and a silver chain set with opals in her dark hair; and she had a bunch of jasmine flowers at her neck. As the lift went out of sight the youngest lady-in-waiting whispered: 'What a pretty pair! Why, they're made for each other! What a pity he's a lift-man! He looks exactly like a Prince.' 'Hold your tongue, silly!' said the eldest lady-in-waiting, and slapped her. The Princess went up and down in the lift all the morning, and when at last she had to step out of it because the palace luncheon-bell had rung three times, and the roast peacock was getting cold, the eldest lady-in-waiting noticed that the Lift-man had a jasmine flower fastened to his coat with a little opal pin. The eldest lady-in-waiting kept a sharp eye on the Princess, but after that first day the Princess only seemed to go up and down in the lift when it was really necessary, and then she always took the youngest lady-in-waiting with her; so that though the Lift-man always had a flower in his buttonhole, there was no reason to suppose it had not been given him by his mother. 'I suppose I'm a silly, suspicious little thing,' said the eldest lady-in-waiting. 'Of course, it was the lift that amused her, just at first. How _could_ a Princess be interested in a lift-man?' Now, when people are in love, and want to be quite certain that they are loved in return, they will take any risks to find out what they want to know. But as soon as they are _quite sure_ they begin to be careful. And after those seventy-five ups and downs in the lift, on the first day, the Princess no longer had any doubt that she was beloved by the Lift-man. Not that he had said a word about it, but she was a clever Princess, and she had seen how he picked up the jasmine flower she let fell, and kissed it when she pretended she wasn't looking, and he pretended he didn't know she was. Of course, she had been in love with him ever since they met, and their eyes met, and their hands. She told herself it was because he had saved her life, but that wasn't the real reason at all. So, being quite sure, she began to be careful. 'Since he really loves me he'll find a way to tell me so, right out. It's his part, not mine, to make everything possible,' she said.