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Chapter 11

           "Wouldn’titjust!"andthefairDianalaughed—"ButIguessyou’llwantsomethingalittlemoresubstantialforyourcashMrTempest!Afortuneintheprimeoflifeisworthhaving.Isupposeyou’reoneoftherichestmenaboutjustnow,aren’tyou?"

           Sheputthequestioninaperfectlynaïvefrankmannerandseemedtobeunconsciousofanyundueinquisitivenessinit.

           "Imaybeoneoftherichest,"—Ireplied,andasIspokethethoughtflashedsuddenlyacrossmehowrecentlyIhadbeenoneofthepoorest!—"Butmyfriendhere,theprince,isfarricherthanI."

           "Isthatso!"andshestaredstraightatLucio,whomethergazewithanindulgent,halfsatiricalsmile—"Wellnow!IguessPa’snobetterthanasortofpauperafterall!Why,youmusthavetheworldatyourfeet!"

           "Prettymuchso,"—repliedLuciocomposedly—"Butthen,mydearMissChesney,theworldissoveryeasilybroughttoone’sfeet.Surelyyouknowthat?"

           Andheemphasizedthewordsbyanexpressivelookofhisfineeyes.

           "Iguessyoumeancompliments,"—sherepliedunconcernedly—"Idon’tlikethemasarule,butI’llforgiveyouthisonce!"

           "Do!"saidLucio,withoneofhisdazzlingsmilesthatcausedhertostopforamomentinhervolublechatterandobservehimwithmingledfascinationandwonderment.

           "Andyoutooareyoung,likeMrTempest,"—sheresumedpresently.

           "Pardonme!"interruptedLucio—"Iammanyyearsolder."

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