"I wonder if she has got people enough. Ah! here she is. Madeline! Maddy!" she called out, as Princess Hohenschreien appeared at the end of the walk, a parasol lined with pink behind her, and her head thrown back as she laughed loud and heartily at something her companion had said.
"Yes, dear Lady Chaloner? Were you calling me?"
"I wanted to speak to you about the bazaar," said Lady Chaloner. "How do you do, M. de Moricourt," to the Princess's companion.
"The bazaar," said the young man in French, as he bowed, "what is that?"
"What is that?" said the Princess, with another burst of laughter. "But, mon cher, you are impossible! We have been talking of nothing else all the way down the alley."
"How?" said the young man. "I really beg your pardon, Princess, but I thought we were talking of the comedy we were going to act at the Casino."
"And what do you suppose that comedy is for," said the Princess, "if not for the bazaar?"
"How can I tell?" said Moricourt. "It might have been to please the public, or even to please the Princess Hohenschreien," with a little bow.
"Of course we shall please both," said the Princess. "And a bazaar gives us a reason. A charity bazaar, isn't it?"
"Ah! a charity bazaar," said Moricourt, "that is another thing. It doesn't matter how badly I shall act, then."