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 that the Princess noticed it. This was, apparently, what made her say, 'If you have lost so much of the play I ought to tell you what has happened.'

'Do you think he would follow that any more?' Madame Grandoni exclaimed.

'If you would tell me—if you would tell me' And then Hyacinth stopped. He had been going to say, 'If you would tell me what all this means and what you want of me, it would be more to the point!' but the words died on his lips, and he sat staring, for the woman at his right hand was simply too beautiful. She was too beautiful to question, to judge by common logic; and how could he know, moreover, what was natural to a person in that exaltation of grace and splendour? Perhaps it was her habit to send out every evening for some naïf stranger, to amuse her; perhaps that was the way the foreign aristocracy lived. There was no sharpness in her face, at the present moment at least; there was nothing but luminous sweetness, yet she looked as if she knew what was going on in his mind. She made no eager attempt to reassure him, but there was a world of delicate consideration in the tone in which she said, 'Do you know, I am afraid I have already forgotten what they have been doing in the play? It's terribly complicated; some one or other was hurled over a precipice.'

'Ah, you're a brilliant pair,' Madame Grandoni remarked, with a laugh of long experience. 'I could describe everything. The person who was hurled over the precipice was the virtuous hero, and you will see, in the next act, that he was only slightly bruised.'

'Don't describe anything; I have so much to ask.'