People were just beginning to come back to London, and they had amusing play dinners and what not, and all Henry's family, an intelligent and aristocratic band, had showered attention upon them.

The Princess had very seldom been in London before--and quite understood that, but for the one particular cherry being out of reach which spoilt all her joy, she could have been, to use one of Miss Van der Horn's pet expressions, "terribly amused." Sabine, as the days wore on, and she was under Henry's influence again, lost her feeling of unrest and grew happy, and heard Michael's name without a tremor.
For Moravia dragged him into the conversation by saying how much she would like to meet him after all she had heard of him in Paris.
"I had a letter from him this morning," Lord Fordyce said.

"He is shooting in Norfolk at this moment, but comes up to town on Friday night.

I will ask him to dine then, Princess, and you shall see what you think of him.

He really is a very charming fellow, for all his recklessness--and I expect half those enchanting tales they told you of him are overdrawn." "Oh, I hope not!" Moravia laughed.