CHAPTER VII.
The Princess appeared for luncheon and declared herself to be in a remarkably good humour.
"My dear Cecil," she said, helping herself to an ortolan in aspic, "I like your climate and I like your chef.

I had my window open for at least ten minutes, and the sea air has given me quite an appetite.

I have serious thoughts of embracing the simple life." "You could scarcely," Cecil de la Borne answered, "come to a better place for your first essay.

I will guarantee that life is sufficiently simple here for any one.

I have no neighbours, no society to offer you, no distractions of any sort.