One has to treat things in broad splashes." "You almost persuade me to be an Englishwoman," said the Princess.
Paul bowed.

"But what more beautiful thing can there be than a Frenchwoman with England in her heart?
Je ne demande pas mieux." And the Princess did not put her hands to her ears.
The group passed slowly from the platform through a sort of committee room at the back, and reached the side entrance, Here they lingered, exchanging farewells.

The light streamed dimly through the door on the strip of pavement between two hedges of spectators, and on the panelling and brass-work of an automobile by the curb.

A chauffeur, with rug on arm, stepped forward and touched his cap, as the Princess appeared, and opened the door of the car.

Paul, bare-headed, accompanied her across the pavement.