"Like all good things, it is cut short so soon," she responded
meditatively.
He replaced the old wizard in its wrappings. "It is true," he murmured,
pale and haggard. "Time is flying."
"Ah, well," she said with a catch in her breath.
They were looking at each other brokenly. The air echoed and echoed with
the "goodbye" that was not spoken.
He took her hand in his. "Princess," he whispered huskily, "I had
dreamed of your seeing my studio ere we said goodbye. It would be for
the first time and last, remember. Won't you come with me now,
dear?--the merest glimpse--if only to see where your magic knocker is to
hang--You understand, dear?"