One thing she knew quite clearly was that the gentleman at whom the Princess was now smiling so invitingly was not her husband and now, as the milliner displayed an attractive bonnet trimmed with green ostrich feathers to the Princess, he spoke,
“I think that would suit you.”
“Are you sure” the Princess enquired, “I thought that perhaps the brim was a little too high.”
“It will frame your lovely face like a halo.”
“Do you think I deserve one?”
She looked at him from under her eyelashes in a provocative manner.
“I think you need one,” he answered and she laughed, showing her perfect teeth as she did so.
Then, as if he had made up her mind for her, the Princess said,
“All right, I will take it. Bring some more tomorrow. Something new, something I have not worn already.”
“Merci bien,
