Chapter 5

           

           Theyallseparated,but,exceptAnatolewhofellasleepassoonashegotintobed,allkeptawakealongtimethatnight.

           “Ishereallytobemyhusband,thisstrangerwhoissokind—yes,kind,thatisthechiefthing,”thoughtPrincessMary;andfear,whichshehadseldomexperienced,cameuponher.Shefearedtolookround,itseemedtoherthatsomeonewastherestandingbehindthescreeninthedarkcorner.Andthissomeonewashe—thedevil—andhewasalsothismanwiththewhiteforehead,blackeyebrows,andredlips.

           Sherangforhermaidandaskedhertosleepinherroom.

           MademoiselleBouriennewalkedupanddowntheconservatoryforalongtimethatevening,vainlyexpectingsomeone,nowsmilingatsomeone,nowworkingherselfuptotearswiththeimaginarywordsofherpauvremèrerebukingherforherfall.

           Thelittleprincessgrumbledtohermaidthatherbedwasbadlymade.Shecouldnotlieeitheronherfaceoronherside.Everypositionwasawkwardanduncomfortable,andherburdenoppressedhernowmorethaneverbecauseAnatole’spresencehadvividlyrecalledtoherthetimewhenshewasnotlikethatandwheneverythingwaslightandgay.ShesatinanarmchairinherdressingjacketandnightcapandKatie,sleepyanddisheveled,beatandturnedtheheavyfeatherbedforthethirdtime,mutteringtoherself.

           “Itoldyouitwasalllumpsandholes!”thelittleprincessrepeated.“Ishouldbegladenoughtofallasleep,soit’snotmyfault!”andhervoicequiveredlikethatofachildabouttocry.

           Theoldprincedidnotsleepeither.

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