“We are well quartered, aren’t we?” she said, with an air of satisfaction.
“Yes, quite. Does the whole palace belong to the princess?”
“Certainly, from the garret to the cellar.”
“And she lives here alone?”
“Alone, of course, with Monsieur le Comte.”
“The count?”
“Yes; her son, who always lives with her when here. There—in that room,” said she, pointing towards the door Fleurange had just closed.
“Her son! What is his name?”
“Count George de Walden.”