They cut under us, as you know." The Princess looked up toward the house.

She had seen Jeanne and Cecil appear.
"Those people are back from their underground pilgrimage," she remarked.

"Have you anything definite to suggest?
If not, we had better go in." "There is only one way, Ena," Forrest said, "in which we could improve matters." "And what is that ?" she asked quickly.
"Don't you think we could get our host in ?" The Princess was silent for several moments.
"It is a little dangerous, I am afraid," she said.
"I don't see why," Forrest answered.

"If he were once in he'd have to hold his tongue, and you can do just what you like with him.

He seems to me to be just one of those pulpy sort of persons whom you could persuade into a thing before he had had time to think about it." "I will drop him a hint if you like," the Princess said thoughtfully, "and see how he takes it.