ABSTRACT
THE Princesse Marchesi, in her amiable diplomacy, did not act alone. She had won the acquiescence of the Comtesse de Fontainebleau. For days the two women’s heads had been going together in earnest, whispered confabulations in low, sibilant, busy interviews, secret as the grave. This was during the week that Evelyn was staying at St. Cloud by the request of the Princesse.
