“I come now to the most fateful day of my unhappy life. The day on which Luigi Saviola was presented to me.
“It was in November; but it was bright and sunny on the seashore.
“My companion and chaperon—once my English teacher—Miss Murray, was confined to the house by a slight attack of bronchitis, which she was carefully nursing lest it should become serious.
“I was walking on the esplanade, attended by my French governess.
“At that early hour, ten in the morning, there were but few people out besides nursemaids and children.
“We were sauntering along slowly, when we saw coming toward us Anglesea and another young gentleman, walking arm in arm, apparently on the most friendly and even affectionate terms.
“In a few minutes we met face to face.
“Anglesea bowed, and then presented his companion:
“‘Prince Luigi Saviola.’
“Madame de la Champe received the stranger’s low bow with all the courtesy of her nation.