Their conversation was often interrupted by the salutations of passing acquaintances.

Jeanne alone looked about her with any interest.

To the others, this sort of thing--the music of the red-coated band, the flowers, and the passing throngs of people, the handsomest and the weariest crowd in the world--were only part of the treadmill of life.
"By the by, Mr.De la Borne," the Princess asked, "how much longer are you going to stay in London ?" "I must go back to-morrow or the next day," the young man answered, a little gloomily.

"I sha'n't mind it half so much if you people only make up your minds to pay me that visit." The Princess motioned to him to draw his chair a little nearer to hers.
"If we take this tour at all," she remarked, "I should like to start the day after to-morrow.

There is a perfectly hideous function on Thursday which I should so like to miss, and the stupidest dinner-party on earth at night.