He waved his hand toward the letter on the table.

"There it is in black and white." "I suppose for the next few days you'll be cramming hard." "It would be the polite thing to do, wouldn't it ?" said Paul blandly.
Miss Winwood shook her head and went away, and Paul happily resumed his work.

In very truth she was to him the dearest of ladies.
The Princess Zobraska was standing alone by the fireplace at the end of the long drawing-room when Paul was announced on Saturday evening.

She was a distinguished-looking woman in the late twenties brown-haired, fresh-complexioned, strongly and at the same time delicately featured.
Her dark blue eyes, veiled by lashes, smiled on him lazily as he approached; and lazily, too, her left arm stretched out, the palm of the hand downward, and she did not move.

He kissed her knuckles, in orthodox fashion.
"It is very good of you to come, Mr.Savelli," she said in a sweetly foreign accent, "and leave your interesting company at Drane's Court." "Any company without you, Princess, is chaos," said Paul.
"Grand flatteur, va,--' said she.
"C'est que vous etes irresistible, Princesse, surlout dans ce costume-la." She touched his arm with an ostrich feather fan.