they both needed to forget what had happened , what would happen , if only for a little while . she replied , no , that could never happen . she said a lot more than she had intended . the prince , plainly in good health , was leaning on the painted harpsichord , picking out a hesitant tune with one finger . we ate our pancakes and drank our juice , and he buttered my toast for me . `` god almighty , woman , i 'm going to come ! '' his arm tightens around my waist . 