What was more, with a conviction that could not be at fault, he was certain that she could read his thoughts as easily as he could read hers.
Then once again he was irritated because she was so elusive.
“Dammit!” he exclaimed. “Why can she not show some gratitude like the rest?”
It was no consolation when at breakfast Prince Ivan exclaimed,
“I wish I could tell you, Buckminster, what it is like to sleep in the most comfortable bed I have ever known in my life and to know that I can eat everything on the table here and there will still be food left over to last through the rest of the day.”
He spoke as if what he was feeling came impulsively from his lips.
Then, as if he felt he had been somewhat unrestrained, he laughed and added,
“Forgive me. I am well aware that to a controlled En
