He was confusedly aware of a glitter of jewels, and bare arms and shoulders and the black and white of men.

But radiant in the middle of the room stood his Princess, with a tiara of diamonds on her head, and beside her stood a youngish man whose face seemed oddly familiar.
Paul advanced, kissed her hand.
She laughed gaily.

"You are late, Paul." "You said half-past, Princess.

I am here to the minute." "Je te dirai apres," she said, and the daring of the intimate speech took his breath away.
"Your Royal Highness," she turned to the young man beside her--and then Paul suddenly recognized a prince of the blood royal of England--"may I present Mr.Savelli." "I'm very pleased to meet you," said the Prince graciously.

"Your Young England League has interested me greatly.