Page:The Golden Bowl (Scribner, New York, 1909), Volume 1.djvu/271

THE PRINCE Thus, finally, she again dropped her eyes on it, drawing in her lips a little. "No—I call it grave."

"Ah then I don't want it."

"Very grave," said Charlotte Stant.

"Well, what did I tell you of him?" he asked, rejoicing, as they started: a question for all answer to which, before she took his arm, the girl thrust her paper crumpled into the pocket of her coat.