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Then one morning, exactly at sunrise, she suddenly showed herself.

小王子思忖著：“討厭風……這對一株植物來講，真不交運，這朵花兒的苦衷太龐大了……”

"I am not at all afraid of tigers," she went on, "but I have a horror of drafts. I suppose you wouldn’t have a screen for me""A horror of drafts― that is bad luck, for a plant," remarked the little prince, and added to himself, "This flower is a very complex creature...""At night I want you to put me under a glass globe. It is very cold where you live. In the place I came from―"But she interrupted herself at that point. She had come in the form of a seed. She could not have known anything of any other worlds. Embarassed over having let herself be caught on the verge of such a naive untruth, she coughed two or three times, in order to put the little prince in the wrong.

"I think it is time for breakfast," she added an instant later. "If you would have the kindness to think of my needs―"And the little prince, completely abashed, went to look for a sprinkling-can of fresh water. So, he tended the flower.

So the little prince, in spite of all the good will that was inseparable from his love, had soon come to doubt her. He had taken seriously words which were without importance, and it made him very unhappy.