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hungry?’
         ‘Yes;  I  must  say  that  I  am  pretty  hungry,  thanks  very
       much.’
         ‘H’m! I like to see that you know your manners; and you
       are by no means such a person as the general thought fit to
       describe you. Come along; you sit here, opposite to me,’ she
       continued, ‘I wish to be able to see your face. Alexandra,
       Adelaida, look after the prince! He doesn’t seem so very ill,
       does he? I don’t think he requires a napkin under his chin,
       after all; are you accustomed to having one on, prince?’
         ‘Formerly, when I was seven years old or so. I believe I
       wore one; but now I usually hold my napkin on my knee
       when I eat.’
         ‘Of course, of course! And about your fits?’
         ‘Fits?’  asked  the  prince,  slightly  surprised.  ‘I  very  sel-
       dom have fits nowadays. I don’t know how it may be here,
       though; they say the climate may be bad for me. ‘
         ‘He talks very well, you know!’ said Mrs. Epanchin, who
       still  continued  to  nod  at  each  word  the  prince  spoke.  ‘I
       really did not expect it at all; in fact, I suppose it was all
       stuff and nonsense on the general’s part, as usual. Eat away,
       prince, and tell me where you were born, and where you
       were brought up. I wish to know all about you, you interest
       me very much!’
         The  prince  expressed  his  thanks  once  more,  and  eat-
       ing heartily the while, recommenced the narrative of his
       life in Switzerland, all of which we have heard before. Mrs.
       Epanchin became more and more pleased with her guest;
       the girls, too, listened with considerable attention. In talk-
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