There is nothing which interests me here at all except the gardens and the sea.

I am going down to the beach, and then I shall sit there behind the hollyhocks until it is bedtime." The Princess looked at her curiously.
"You're a queer child," she said, turning away.
"It is not strange, that," Jeanne answered, with a little curl of the lips.
The Princess went back to the library.

Coffee and liqueurs had already been served, and the card-table was set out, although none of the three had the slightest inclination to play.

Jeanne walked along the beach and then came back to her favourite seat, sheltered by the little grove of stunted trees and the tall hollyhocks which bordered the garden.

Her eyes were fixed upon the darkening sea, whitened here and there by the long straight line of breakers.