I Like You, Don't You?

The young Princess sat down, took out a skein of red wool, and motioned me to a seat opposite her. She untied the skein, and laid it across my hands. All of this she did in silence, with a sort of drool deliberation, and with the same bright sly smile on her slightly parted lips. When her eyes, which were generally half-clothed, opened to their full extent, her face was completely transfigured. It was as though it were flooded with light. I felt all through my being a sort of intense blissfulness, a verged, funny facility.