The-Happy-Prince-and-Other-Stories

‘But why will he not dance again?’ asked the Infanta, laughing.

'Because his heart is broken,’ answered the Chamberlain.

And the Infanta frowned, and her dainty rose-leaf lips curled in pretty disdain. 'For the future let those who come to play with me have no hearts,’ she cried, and she ran out into the garden.

—  The Birthday of the Infanta, Oscar Wilde