The maid turned back. “I still need guidance to find my way around,” laughed Cornélie.He grunted something.“How did you sleep, prince?”He grunted again.“Really, prince, that bad temper has to change. Do you hear? It has to. I insist, I don’t want to see any more sulking today, and hope you will resume as soon as possible your merry, witty tone of conversation, which I appreciate in you.” He muttered.“Goodbye, prince,” said Cornélie abruptly.And she retraced her steps.“Where are you going?” he asked“To my room. I shall take breakfast in my room.”“But why?”“Because I don’t like you as a host.”“You don’t?”“No I don’t. Yesterday you insult me, I defend myself, you persist in being coarse, I am immediately as agreeable as usual, give you my hand and even a kiss. At dinner you sulk with me in the rudest possible way. You go to your room without wishing me good night. This morning you meet me without saying hello.
