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Updated: May 10, 2025
She saw only a slim, beautifully dressed woman, whose age might have been somewhere between thirty and forty, and who still laid claim to a gipsy-like beauty. The dark eyes of the Princess dwelt upon the girl with a sort of well-bred curiosity. Mrs. Porter-Strangeways imparted information in a swift whisper. "A Russian title, I believe. Met her in Rome two years ago.
For night and day she never forgot. Always there was one thought hammering at her brain. She withdrew into the room as a neat little motor-brougham halted at the door. In a little while Mrs. Porter-Strangeways was announced. Reluctantly Eileen condescended to welcome the portly, middle-aged dame who was tacitly recognised as being the leader of American society in London.
The girl smiled brightly as the woman rose to greet her with both arms outstretched. "It is so good of you, dear Mrs. Porter-Strangeways," she exclaimed. "I have only my friends to look forward to now." Mrs. Porter-Strangeways indicated her companion by some subtle means of her own. "You poor girl!" she exclaimed, throwing just the right reflection of sympathy into her not unmusical voice.
Almost instantly she regained her composure, and for half an hour Mrs. Porter-Strangeways prattled on. The other took little part in the conversation. Eileen could feel that the Princess was watching her closely under her cast-down eyelashes. The woman repelled and yet fascinated her. When the time came for leave-taking she found herself giving a pressing invitation to the other to call again.
With a smile of satisfaction the Princess promised. They had not been gone a quarter of an hour when the Princess was announced alone. Eileen, a little astonished, received her questioningly. "I had to see you alone," explained the older woman. "I have something of importance to say to you that's why I made Mrs. Porter-Strangeways bring me. I feared that you would not see me otherwise."
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