She was startled by the sudden departure of the ambassador's wife.
"For the leaving of the princess I wait not," said this lady. With a cool little nod to Elsie, she descended the crowded stairs.
Her remarks on the vulgarity of the singer rankled with Jean. The costume seemed so appropriate to that other fair dream.
"I didn't think her vulgar, did you?" she asked Elsie.
"Not on a platform, perhaps," said Elsie vaguely. Her thoughts invariably strayed from dress. "But in a drawing-room she would look, look----"
"Well, what Elsie?" asked Jean impatiently.
Elsie's dreamy eyes came down on her suddenly. "In a drawing-room she would look like a lamp shade," she blurted.
It really was rather a tragedy for them that the golden voice should have been framed in so doubtful a setting.
Elsie's eyes were on the princesses.
"They have eyes like calm lakes," said she. "How clever it must be to look out and feel and know, only to express very often something entirely different. Don't you wonder what princesses say to themselves when they get alone together after an affair of this sort?"