"
"Clothes?" A wave of colour flooded her face. She could not help it at
the moment any more than a starving man can help looking eager when
food is set before him. "Oh," she said, "I hope they're the ones I was
expecting from Paris?"
"I should think it very likely. There seem to be a great many. I never
saw so many boxes for one little cousin."
Priscilla made a sudden movement with her hands. "You can't think,"
she said, "how tired I am of this dress."
"Yes I can," the Prince assured her.
"I've worn it every day."
"You must have."
"Every single day since the day I--I--"
"The day you ran away from me."
She blushed. "I didn't run away from you. At least, not exactly. You
were only the last straw."
"A nice thing for a man to be."
"I ran because--because--oh, it's a long story, and I'm afraid a very
foolish one."
A gleam came into the Prince's eyes. He took a step nearer her, but
immediately thinking better of it took it back again. "Perhaps," he
said pleasantly, "only the beginning was foolish, and you'll settle
down after a bit and get quite fond of Creeper Cottage.
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