The Prince found Buttercup waiting unhappily outside his chamber doors. It's my letter,' she began. 'I cannot make it right. ' Come in, come in,' the Prince said gently. 'Maybe we can help you. ' She sat down in the same chair as before. 'All right, I'll close my eyes and listen; read to me. ' Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup. ' She looked at Humperdinck. 'Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him?