THE THIN END "But I confess I cannot understand why I should not be called the Princess Alexis--there is nothing to be ashamed of in the title.

I presume you have a right to it ?" Etta looked up from her occupation of fixing a bracelet, with a little glance of enquiry toward her husband.
They had been married a month.

The honeymoon--a short one--had been passed in the house of a friend, indeed a relation of Etta's own, a Scotch peer who was not above lending a shooting-lodge in Scotland on the tacit understanding that there should be some quid pro quo in the future.
In answer Paul merely smiled, affectionately tolerant of her bright sharpness of manner.

Your bright woman in society is apt to be keen at home.

What is called vivacity abroad may easily degenerate into snappiness by the hearth.
"I think it is rather ridiculous being called plain Mrs.Howard-Alexis," added Etta, with a pout.
They were going to a ball--the first since their marriage.