'About the rain, or the museum?'

'I shall never forget that afternoon,' he repeated, ignoring the
lightness of her question.

'Nor I,' she murmured corresponding to his mood.

'You, too enjoyed it?' he said eagerly.

'The sculptures were magnificent,' she replied, hastily glancing at
the ceiling.

'Ah! So they were! Tell me, Miss Racksole, how did you discover
my identity.'

'I must not say,' she answered. 'That is my secret. Do not seek to
penetrate it. Who knows what horrors you might discover if you
probed too far?' She laughed, but she laughed alone. The Prince
remained pensive - as it were brooding.

'I never hoped to see you again,' he said.

'Why not?'

'One never sees again those whom one wishes to see.'

'As for me, I was perfectly convinced that we should meet again.'

'Why?'