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' received a letter from your husband,' Paul Muniment said to the Princess, the next evening, as soon as he came into the room. He announced this fact with a kind of bald promptitude and with a familiarity of manner which showed that his visit was one of a closely-connected series. The Princess was evidently not a little surprised by it, and immediately asked how in the world the Prince could know his address. 'Couldn't it have been by your old lady?' Muniment inquired. 'He must have met her in Paris. It is from Paris that he writes.'

'What an incorrigible cad!' the Princess exclaimed.

'I don't see that—for writing to me. I have his letter in my pocket, and I will show it to you if you like.'

'Thank you, nothing would induce me to touch anything he has touched,' the Princess replied.

'You touch his money, my dear lady,' Muniment remarked, with the quiet smile of a man who sees things as they are.

The Princess hesitated a little. 'Yes, I make an exception for that, because it hurts him, it makes him suffer.'

'I should think, on the contrary, it would gratify him by showing you in a condition of weakness and dependence.'