Oh, but---- (With a shrug of resignation) I don't
understand. Do you mean he's coming _here_? (MELISANDE nods gravely)
Melisande, you'll let me see him?
MELISANDE. Yes. I've thought it all out. I wanted you here, Jane. He
will come in; I will present you; and then you must leave us alone.
But I should like you to see him. Just to see how different, how
utterly different he is from every other man. . . . But you will promise
to go when you have seen him, won't you?
JANE (nodding). I'll say, "I'm afraid I must leave you now, and----"
Sandy, how _can_ he be a prince?
MELISANDE. When you see him, Jane, you will say, "How can he not be a
prince?"
JANE. But one has to leave princes backward. I mean--he won't
expect--_you_ know----
MELISANDE. I don't think so. Besides, after all, you are my cousin.
JANE. Yes. I think I shall get that in; just to be on the safe side.
"Well, cousin, I must leave you now, as I have to attend my aunt." And
then a sort of--not exactly a curtsey, but--(she practises, murmuring
the words to herself). I suppose you didn't happen to mention _me_ to
him this morning?
MELISANDE (half smiling). Oh no!
JANE (hurt). I don't see why you shouldn't have. What did you talk
about?
MELISANDE.
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