“He looks like some special litter,” Lady Something remarked.
“How the dear girl loves animals!”
“The rumour of her betrothal it seems is quite without foundation?”
“To my nephew: ah alas....”
“Prince Yousef and she are of an equal age!”
“She is interested in Yousef I’m inclined to believe; but the worst of life is, nearly everyone marches to a different tune,” the Archduchess replied.
“One hears of her nothing that isn’t agreeable.”
“Like her good mother, Queen Glory,” the Archduchess said, “one feels, of course, she’s all she should be.”
Lady Something sighed.
“Yes ... and even more!” she murmured, letting fall a curtsy to King William who had entered. He had been lunching at the Headquarters of the Girl Guides, and wore the uniform of a general.