Sacia giggled and held out one of her feet and he took the shoe off it and hurried back into the shop.
While he had been away, the vendeuse had brought three day dresses for his approval.
One was white, which was what he had asked for, one was the soft blue of the sky and the third a rather vivid pink.
“The pink is too harsh,” the Prince commented.
“That is just what I thought,” the manager replied, “but it is made by a Master hand and we thought you might prefer it.”
“But it is a little fussy for a young girl.”
He thought as he spoke how in Paris he had often helped chose a gown. It would have been for one of the sophisticated women with whom he had enjoyed a fiery but short affaire-de-coeur.
They had always wanted him to buy not only the most expensive gown but the most seductive
