"I have no idea of marrying the Count de Brensault." The Princess raised herself a little on her couch.
"Child," she said, "you would try any one's patience.

Only a month or so ago you told me that you were quite indifferent as to whom you might marry.

You were content to allow me to select some one suitable." "A few months," Jeanne answered, "are sometimes a very long time.

My views have changed since then." "You mean," the Princess said, "that you have met some one whom you wish to marry ?" "Perhaps so," Jeanne answered.

"At any rate I will not marry the Count de Brensault." The Princess' face had darkened.
"I do not wish to quarrel with you, Jeanne," she said, "but I think that you will.