I don't take the slightest interest in them or their politics.

Ah! here is Moravia----" and both rose to meet a very charming lady who drove up in a victoria and got out.
She had all the perfection of detail which characterizes the very best-dressed American woman--and she had every attraction except, perhaps, a voice--but even that she knew how to modulate and disguise, so that it was no wonder that the Princess Torniloni passed for one of the most beautiful women in Rome or Paris, or Cairo or New York, whenever she graced any of the cities with her presence.

She was a widow, too, and very rich.

The Prince, her husband, had been dead for nearly two years, and she was wearing grays and whites and mauves.
He had been a brute, too, but unlike her friend, Mrs.Howard's husband, he had had the good taste to be killed riding in a steeplechase, and so all went well, and the pretty Princess was free to wander the world over with her indulgent father.
"It is just too lovely for words up in those woods, papa," she said, "and I have had my tea in a dear little chalet restaurant.

You did not wait for me, I hope ?" They assured her they had not done so, and she sat down in a comfortable chair.