Chapter 41: June

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​⁠Say what you will, I can remain here no longer. Why should I remain? Time hangs heavy upon my hands. The prince is as gracious to me as any one could be, and yet I am not at my ease. There is, indeed, nothing in common between us. He is a man of understanding, but quite of the ordinary kind. His conversation affords me no more amusement than I should derive from the perusal of a well-written book.