Even as she saw him something rose and vanished over the wall far too swiftly for her to see that it was a landing-net.
Surprise did not rob the Terror of his politeness; he smiled amicably, raised his cap and said in his most agreeable tone: "How do you do ?" He did not know how much the princess had seen, and he was not going to make admission of guilt by a hasty and perhaps needless flight, provoke pursuit and risk his peaches.
"How do you do ?" said the princess a little haughtily, hesitating.
"What are you doing up there ?" "I'm looking at the garden," said the Terror truthfully, but not quite accurately; for he was looking much more at the princess.
She gazed at him; her brow knitted in a little perplexed frown.

She thought that he had been taking the peaches; but she was not sure; and his serene guileless face and limpid blue eyes gave the suspicion the lie.

She thought that he looked a nice boy.
He gazed at her with growing interest and approval--as much approval as one could give to a girl.

The Princess Elizabeth had beautiful gray eyes; and though her pale cheeks were a little hollow, and the line from the cheek-bone to the corner of the chin was so straight that it made her face almost triangular, it was a pretty face.

She looked fragile; and he felt sorry for her.
"This garden's very hot," he said.