"Ze telephone, Mademoiselle. His Royal Highness want to know if you are at home."
"Did you say I was home?"
"Mais non, Mademoiselle. I said I would see if Mademoiselle was in."
Grace left her place by the window and paced nervously up and down the room.
"Tell His Royal Highness that I'm out," she said. With a gesture of impatience she added: "Say I've gone out to dinner and won't be back until late. Vous comprenez?"
The girl curtsied.
"Mais oui, Mademoiselle."
She was leaving the room when Grace called her back.
"Take these flowers away, too. Their strong perfume makes me nervous."