"Charming and delightful in the extreme; without a doubt it will be voted one of the best novels of the season. "
colour. I go to tell monsieur."
She disappeared, and the Princess lay still upon her couch, thinking. Soon she heard steps outside, and with a little sigh she turned her head toward the door. The man who entered was tall, and of the ordinary type of well-born Englishmen. He was carefully dressed, and his somewhat scanty hair was arranged to the best advantage. His features were hard and lifeless. His eyes were just a shade too close together. The maid ushered him in and withdrew at once.
"Come and sit by my side, Nigel, if you want to talk to me," the Princess said. "Walk softly, please. I really have a headache."
"No wonder, in this close room," the man muttered, a little ungraciously. "It smells as though you had been burning incense here."
"It suits me," the Princess answered calmly, "and it happens to be my room. Bring that chair up here and say what you have to say."
The man obeyed in silence. When he had made himself quite comfortable, he raised her hand, the one which was nearest to him
It's rare that I find a story in need of more bloodshed and less Christian forgivingness but Jeanne of the Marshes is an exception, despite being entertaining and heart-warming.
Oppenheim loves the aristocracy despite not being one of them himself. Though his name couldn't be more Germanic, he chooses French ones for his main characters, making them all seem descended from Normans or Huguenots. He attempts to throw us a curve in this book, disguising the hero as a plain fisiherman, and introducing a secondary heroine as one of the people. Not to worry, though, for she comes from an old family who once owned a great swath of territory.
Despite some flaws, Jeanne is well worth reading.