Chapter 8
A DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE Lady Anne came gayly down to the street a few minutes later. She was still wearing the plain black gown and the simplest of hats. Nevertheless, she looked charming. Her fresh complexion with its slight touch of sunburn, her wealth of brown hair, and the distinction of her carriage, made her everywhere an object of admiration in a city where the prevailing type of beauty was so different. "Poor mother!" she exclaimed, as they crossed the Place de l'Op**. "Tell me, was she very theatrical this morning, Julien?" Julien smiled. "I am afraid I must admit that she was," he declared. "I found her very interesting." "I hate to talk about her," Anne continued, "it makes one feel so unfilial, but really she is the most wonderful marionette that ever lived the perfe
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