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 —To-night to-night they hadn't seemed so vast.

—Yes to-night

—To-night, for the first time, you looked at me as if I were a human being a man Looked at me and said friendly  intimate things to me

—I said nothing that

—[With growing boldness.] What you said and did and looked  bewildered me, upset my balance, broke down my self-control else I should never have spoken. There is a sort of poetry in hopelessness. Until to-night, at least I had that. It was beautiful in its way. But now it's gone, too. A pity!

—I don't know what to say I wish I could give it back to you.

—That's beyond your power, little princess.

—Don't call me that, if you please.

—You see, I can't speak to you the way I used to. I am confused, your highness. But to-morrow to-morrow

—No, no, it must be settled now. I don't want any more misunderstanding. I had better tell you everything  though I'm terribly ashamed

—Your highness?

—No, no, I can't tell you