“If she hinted to you who told her you must know best, of course; but I never said a word about it.”
“Did you give my note? Is there an answer?” interrupted Gania, impatiently.
But at this moment Aglaya came back, and the prince had no time to reply.
“There, prince,” said she, “there’s my album. Now choose a page and write me something, will you? There’s a pen, a new one; do you mind a steel one? I have heard that you caligraphists don’t like steel pens.”
Conversing with the prince, Aglaya did not even seem to notice that Gania was in the room. But while the prince was getting his pen ready, finding a page, and making his