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 that in such a case courtesy demanded; but by the time that, at her request, they had returned to the gate nearest to South Street (she wished him to come no farther) he had prepared a question to which she had not opened the way.

'And who and what, then, is this English captain? About him there is a great deal said.'

'This English captain?'

'Godfrey Gerald Cholto—you see I know a good deal about him,' said the Prince, articulating the English names with difficulty.

They had stopped near the gate, on the edge of Park Lane, and a couple of predatory hansoms dashed at them from opposite quarters. 'I thought that was coming, and at bottom it is he that has occupied you most!' Madame Grandoni exclaimed, with a sigh. 'But in reality he is the last one you need trouble about; he doesn't count.'

'Why doesn't he count?'

'I can't tell you—except that some people don't, you know. He doesn't even think he does.'

'Why not, when she receives him always—lets him go wherever she goes?'

'Perhaps that is just the reason. When people give her a chance to get tired of them she takes it rather easily. At any rate, you needn't be any more jealous of him than you are of me. He's a convenience, a factotum, but he works without wages.'

'Isn't he, then, in love with her?'

'Naturally. He has, however, no hope.'

'Ah, poor gentleman!' said the Prince, lugubriously.

'He accepts the situation better than you. He occupies