"I do not care about being friendly with people whom I dislike, and I am beginning to dislike you very much indeed because you will not go away when I ask you." He rose to his feet a little offended.
"Very well," he said, "I will go and talk to your stepmother, who wants me to play bridge, but very soon I shall come back, and before long I think that I am going to make you like me very much." He crossed the room, and Jeanne's eyes followed his awkward gait with a sudden flash of quiet amusement.

She watched him talk to her stepmother, and she saw the Princess' face darken.

As a matter of fact De Brensault felt that he had some just cause for complaint.
"Dear Princess," he said, "you did not tell me that she was so very farouche, so very shy indeed.

I speak to her quite kindly, and she tells me that she does not like me, and that she wished me to go away." The Princess looked across the room towards Jeanne, who was calmly reading, and apparently oblivious of everything that was passing.
"My dear Count," she said, tapping his hand with her fan, "she is very, very serious.

She would like to have been a nun, but of course we would not hear of it.