“My dear
Prince!” cried Barishka, laughing of Varick’s blunt refusal “I think a man of
your station should realize that one can catch more flies with honey then with
vinegar, as they say.”
“Ah, but
Lady Barishka,” said the Prince, his voice and manner dripping with an
overabundance of sweetness, “I must ask what I’d do with a fly when I can have
something worth catching.”
