"What she knew she told me. Perhaps there's something she doesn't know." Priscilla remembered Robin, and blushed. "Yes, she told me about that," said the Prince nodding. "About what?" asked Priscilla, startled. "About the squire intending to marry you." "Oh," said Priscilla. "It seems hard on him, don't it? Has it struck you that such things are likely to occur pretty often to Miss Maria-Theresa Ethel Neumann-Schultz?" "I'm afraid you really have come only to laugh," said Priscilla, her lips quivering. "I swear it's only to see if you are happy." "Well, see then." And throwing back her head with a great defiance she looked at him while her eyes filled with tears; and though they presently brimmed over, and began to drop down pitifully one by one, she would not flinch but went on looking. "I see," said the Prince quietly. "And I'm convinced. Of course, then, I shall suggest your leaving this." "I want to." "And putting yourself in the care of the Disthal." Priscilla winced. "Only her temporary care. Quite temporary. And letting her take you back to Kunitz." Priscilla winced again. "Only temporarily," said the Prince. "But my father would never--" "Yes my dear, he will. He'll be delighted to see you. He'll rejoice." "Rejoice?" "I assure you he will. You've only got to do what I tell you." "Shall you--come too?" "If you'll let me." "But then--but then--" "Then what, my dear?" She looked at him, and her face changed slowly from white to red and red to white again. Fritzing's words crossed her mind--"If you marry him you will be undoubtedly eternally lost," and her very soul cried out that they were folly. Why should she be eternally lost? What cobwebs were these, cobwebs of an old brain preoccupied with shadows, dusty things to be swept away at the first touch of Nature's vigorous broom? Indeed she thought it far more likely that she would be eternally found. But she was ashamed of herself, ashamed of all she had done, ashamed of the disgraceful way she had treated this man, terribly disillusioned, terribly out of conceit with herself, and she stood there changing colour, hanging her head, humbled, penitent, every shred of the dignity she had been trained to gone, simply somebody who has been very silly and is very sorry. The Prince put out his hand. She pretended not to see it. The Prince came round the table. "You know," he said, "our engagement hasn't been broken off yet?" Her instinct was to edge away, but she would not stoop to edging. "Was it ever made?" she asked, not able to induce her voice to rise above a whisper. "Practically." There was another silence. "Why, then--" began Priscilla, for the silence had come to be more throbbing, more intolerably expressive than any speech. "Yes?" encouraged the Prince, coming very close. She turned her head slowly. "Why, then--" said Priscilla again, her face breaking into a smile, half touched, half mischievous, wholly adorable.