If she had been laying him under the spell of her seduction it was on his, Paul's, account.

She had had the splendid audacity to recite his speech to the Chief Whip.

Frank Ayres was suddenly transformed from a popinjay into an admirable fellow.

The Princess herself sat enthroned more adorable than ever.
"The only difficulty," said Paul, "is that I have to earn my living." "That might be arranged," said Lord Francis.
So Paul, as soon as he found an opportunity, danced over to Chetwood Park and told his Princess all about it, and called her a tutelary goddess and an angel and all manner of pretty names.

And the Princess, who was alone, poured for him her priceless Russian tea into egg-shell China tea-cups and fed him on English crumpets, and, in her French and feminine way, gave him the outer fringe of her heart to play with--a very dangerous game.