But Cutty was not aware that it was no longer in his head but in his heart.
"Breakfast is served, Your Highness," he announced with a grave salaam.
Kitty pirouetted.

For some reason she could not explain to herself she wanted to laugh, sing, dance.

Perhaps it was because she was only twenty-four.

Or it might have had its origin in the tonicky awakening among all these beautiful furnishings.
She assumed a haughty expression--such as the Duchess of Gerolstein assumes when she appoints the private to the office of generalissimo--and with a careless wave of the hand said: "Summon His Highness!".