I can answer for that." "Anything else ?" Forrest asked.
"It is a curious thing," the Princess replied, "but ever since those few days down at that tumbledown old place of Cecil de la Borne's, she seems to have developed in a remarkable manner.

I don't know how much nonsense she talked with that fisherman of hers, but some of it, at any rate, seems to have stuck.

I am sure," she added, with a little sigh, "that we are going to have trouble." Forrest smiled grimly.
"So far as I'm concerned," he remarked, "the trouble has arrived.

I've a good mind to chuck it altogether." The Princess looked up.

Worn though her face was, she possessed one feature, her eyes, which still entitled her to be called a beautiful woman.