She had not meant to drive a marriage bargain, and yet--to have placed a pupil upon even such a bric-a-brac throne as that of Wolfburgh! She looked thoughtfully at Lucy's chubby cheeks.

A princess?
The man was not objectionable in himself, either--a kindly, overgrown boy.

"He told me," said Jean, "that he was going to a house party at Inverary Castle." "Whose house is that, Jean ?" asked Lucy.
"It is the ancestral seat of the Dukes of Argyll." "Oh!" Lucy gave a little sigh.

Prince Hugo was undeniably fat and very slow to catch a joke, but there was certainly a different flavor in this talk of dukes and ancestral seats to the gossip about the Whites and Greens at home.
Indeed, the whole party, including even Mr.Perry, experienced a sensation of sudden vacancy and flatness when his Highness left them.
It was as though they had been sheltering a royal eagle that was used to dwelling in sunlit heights unknown to them, and now they were left on flat ground to consort with common poultry..