You have put me more at ease.

I suppose you serve the princess ?" "Whenever I can," demurely.
He could not keep his eyes from hers.

"They say that she is a very lonely princess." "So lonely." And the coquetry faded from her eyes as her glance wandered waterward and became fixed on some object invisible and far away.

"Poor lonely princess!" Maurice was growing colder and colder, but he did not mind.

He had wished for some woman to talk to; his wish had been granted.