The Princess was enjoying a few minutes of well-earned repose.

She had lunched with Jeanne at Ranelagh, where they had been the guests of a lady who certainly had the right to call herself one of the leaders of Society.

The newspapers and the Princess' confidences to a few of her friends had done all that was really necessary.

Jeanne was accepted, and the Princess passed in her wake through those innermost portals which at one time had come perilously near being closed upon her.

She was lying on a sofa in a white negligee gown.