He looked up at the Princess as though trying to fathom the meaning of her words.
"Certainly," he answered slowly.

"I have not forgotten what you said.
Of course, her dot is very large, is it not ?" "It is very large indeed," the Princess answered, "and there are a great many young men who would be very grateful to me indeed if I were willing even to listen to them." De Brensault nodded.
"Very well," he said.

"We will have that little talk whenever you like." The Princess nodded.
"I suppose," she said, "we must play bridge now.

They are waiting for us." De Brensault looked behind to where Jeanne was still sitting reading.
Her head was resting upon a sofa pillow, deep orange coloured, against which the purity of her complexion, the delicate lines of her eyebrows, the shapeliness of her exquisite mouth, were all more than ever manifest.

She read with interest, and without turning her head away from the pages of the book which she held in long, slender fingers.