To-night at dinner you will meet the Count de Brensault.

He is a Belgian of excellent family, quite rich, and very much attracted by you.

I consider him entirely suitable, and I have advised him to speak to you seriously." "Thank you," Jeanne said, "but I don't like Belgians, and I do not mean to marry one." The Princess laughed, a little unpleasantly.
"My dear child," she said, "you may make a fuss about it, but eventually you will have to marry whom I say.

You must remember that you are French, not English, and that I am your guardian.

If you want to choose for yourself, you will have to wait three or four years before the law allows you to do so." "Then I will wait three or four years," Jeanne answered quietly.