A princess?
She had a vague idea of a glorified region of ancestral castles and palaces in which dukes and royalties dwelt apart and discoursed of high matters.

She would be one of them.
The other day there seemed to be no reason why she should not marry Mr.
Perry.

In marriage then one must only consider the suitability of the man?
There was nothing else to consider---- With a queer, hunted look in her soft eyes she worked on, daubing on paint liberally.
Meanwhile, in the little salle below, Miss Vance sat stiffly erect, while the prince talked in his shrill falsetto.

Although he set forth his affection for the engelreine Madchen as simply as the little German baker in Weir (whom he certainly did resemble) might have done, she could find, in her agitation, no fitting words in which to answer him.
That she, Clara Vance, should be the arbiter in a princely alliance! At last she managed to ask whether Miss Dunbar had given him any encouragement on which to found his claim.
"Ah, Fraulein Vance!" he cried, laughing.

"The hare does not call to the hounds! But I have no fear.