She was very thin and there were lines under her eyes. But she smiled very charmingly at him and said,
“I am delighted to meet Your Grace. My husband has spoken of you.”
There was something about her which seemed to remind the Duke of someone he had met before and yet for the moment he could not think who it was.
“It is very kind of you to invite us here tonight, madame,” he said formally. “May I present my cousin, Lady Isabella Berrington, my Ward, Miss Court, and another cousin, Mr. Hugo Waltham.”
“I have admired Lady Isabella for a long time,” the Princesse said, “and this is the beauty who all Paris is talking about.”
Isabella and Amé swept deep curtsies, Hugo kissed the Princesse’s hand and they moved further into the room, greeting the Prince, who looked more sardonic than ever
