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"
Oh
no
!
Never
.
"
"
How
foolish
I
am
to
speak
of
such
things
to
a
man
like
you
,
"
said
Vera
,
blushing
.
"
Though
you
do
look
tired
,
"
she
added
,
half
turning
away
,
"
your
eyes
are
so
splendid
at
this
moment
--
so
full
of
happiness
.
"
"
Really
?
"
asked
the
prince
,
gleefully
,
and
he
laughed
in
delight
.
But
Vera
,
simple-minded
little
girl
that
she
was
(
just
like
a
boy
,
in
fact
)
,
here
became
dreadfully
confused
,
of
a
sudden
,
and
ran
hastily
out
of
the
room
,
laughing
and
blushing
.
"
What
a
dear
little
thing
she
is
,
"
thought
the
prince
,
and
immediately
forgot
all
about
her
.
He
walked
to
the
far
end
of
the
verandah
,
where
the
sofa
stood
,
with
a
table
in
front
of
it
.
Here
he
sat
down
and
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
,
and
so
remained
for
ten
minutes
.
Suddenly
he
put
his
hand
in
his
coat-pocket
and
hurriedly
produced
three
letters
.
But
the
door
opened
again
,
and
out
came
Colia
.
The
prince
actually
felt
glad
that
he
had
been
interrupted
,
--
and
might
return
the
letters
to
his
pocket
.
He
was
glad
of
the
respite
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Colia
,
plunging
in
medias
res
,
as
he
always
did
,
"
here
's
a
go
!
What
do
you
think
of
Hippolyte
now
?
Do
n't
respect
him
any
longer
,
eh
?
"
"
Why
not
?
But
look
here
,
Colia
,
I
'm
tired
;
besides
,
the
subject
is
too
melancholy
to
begin
upon
again
.
How
is
he
,
though
?
"
