Waiting alone in the great, oak-panelled library, with the brightest, antediluvian cries of the frolicking children wafting in from outside, the still-proud Princess thought once more of Doctor Peter, the brilliant scholar who had wanted to make her his life’s work. He was now, according to Roger’s shocking revelation, starring in yet another film with Woodbein Nelson.
   At long last came a flurry of activity, and she leapt to her feet with hope — and alarm — in her eyes. He was here! “There’s only ever been you, you whose lips have unquenchable central heating!” he expostulated simply.
   Abruptly, he excitedly began to show her his plans for the villa they were to share, and as the band began to play, she vowed never again to do anything spiteful, foolish or immature.