She wants you to tell that story again, about the bishop who rang the door bell." The next morning the captain of the _King's Own_ came ashore and was taken to the chateau for dejeuner.

Late in the afternoon, the Marquess and his party, saying farewell to the Princess and the revived legatees, put out to the yacht and steamed away in the wake of the great warship.
The yacht was to return in a month, to pick up the Princess.
Genevra, her maids, her men and her boxes, her poodle and her dachshund, were left behind for the month of March.

Not without misgiving, it must be said, for the Marquess, her uncle, was not disposed to look upon the island situation as a spot of long-continued peace, even though its hereditary companion, Prosperity, might reign steadily.

But she refused to listen to their warnings.

She smiled securely and said she had come to visit Lady Agnes and she would not now disappoint her for the world.
All this, and much more, passed between them.
"You won't be able to get help as cleverly and as timely as that American chap got it last night," protested the Marquess.