e Princess smiled thoughtfully, and turned to the right, toward where, at the end of a length of street, the lights of Unter den Linden tilled the distance with a soft, luminous haze. She set off at an uneasy pace, leaving her companions to follow or not, as they might think fit.
"Is she--willful as a rule?" asked Miss Gregory of the maid. She had an idea that this manner of behavior might lie at the back of the Princess' misfortunes.
"Sometimes," replied the maid, with feeling, "she is simply dreadful. There have been times, Madame, when only force could make her submit to rules. When Monsieur Daniel failed to appear this afternoon, I would have turned back--me! But her Highness would not be advised; and thus we are here, on the pavement of a street, like canaille. And what will come of it who can say?"
"We will let her walk a little first," said Miss Gregory, carefully keeping the Princess in sight. "But later we must manage to bring her somewhere where I can telephone. We've g