Edward Phillips Oppenheim

Jeanne of the Marshes Edward Phillips Oppenheim

Book Excerpt: ...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...