Jeanne can wear a veil if she likes.

I shall not." Cecil shrugged his shoulders.
"Very well," he said.

"Whatever happens, don't blame me." * * * * * The Princess had her way and behaved like a schoolgirl.

She sat in the most comfortable place, surrounded with a multitude of cushions, with her tiny Japanese spaniel in her arms, and a box of French bonbons by her side.

Jeanne stood in the bows, bareheaded and happy.