A sudden change of wind had blown the fog away, and the night was clear.

The wind, however, had gathered force, and the Princess held down her elaborately coiffured hair and cried out in dismay.
"My dear Jeanne," she exclaimed, "but it is barbarous to wander about outside a night like this!" Jeanne laughed.

Her own more simply arranged hair was blown all over her face.
"I love it," she explained.

"You don't want me indoors.

I am going to walk down the grove and look at the sea." "Come back into the hall one moment," the Princess said.