have melted away, and you are as dear to me as ever. Stay here a little longer.”
“When I am with you you trust me; but as soon as my back is turned you suspect me,” said the prince, smiling, and trying to hide his emotion.
“I trust your voice, when I hear you speak. I quite understand that you and I cannot be put on a level, of course.”
“Why did you add that? — There!
Now you are cross again,” said the prince, wondering.
“We were not asked, you see. We were made different, with different tastes and feelings, without being consulted. You say you love her with pity. I have no pity for her. She hates me