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THE PRINCE Well, he could put it as he liked. "I know the name of the inn."

"What is it then?"

"There are two—you 'll see. But I've chosen the right one. And I think I remember the tomb," she smiled.

"Oh the tomb—!" Any tomb would do for him. "But I mean I had been keeping my idea so cleverly for you while there you already were with it."

"You had been keeping it 'for' me as much as you like. But how do you make out," she asked, "that you were keeping it from me?"

"I don't—now. How shall I ever keep anything—some day when I shall wish to?"

"Ah for things I mayn't want to know I promise you shall find me stupid." They had reached their door, where she herself paused to explain. "These days, yesterday, last night, this morning, I've wanted everything."

Well, it was all right. "You shall have everything."