An awning projected from the front door and a strip of carpet ran across the pavement.

At the sound of the taxi, the door opened and revealed the familiar figures of the Princess's footmen in their state livery.

He entered, somewhat dazed.
"Her Highness has a party ?" he asked.
"Yes, sir.

A very large dinner party." Paul passed his hand over his forehead.

What did it mean?
"This is Friday, isn't it ?" "Of course, sir." Paul grew angry.