“Perhaps she gives you rooms,” the Princess suggested.
“How many do you think I have? She gives me everything, or has done so in the past. She brought me up; she’s the best little woman in the world.”
“You had better command a dress of her,” Madame Grandoni threw off.
“And your family, where are they?” the Princess continued.
“I have no family.”
“None at all?”
“None at all. I never had.”
“But the French blood you speak of and which I see perfectly in your face—you haven’t the English expression or want of expression—that must have come to you through some one.”
“Yes, through my mother.”
“And she’s dead?”