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 "I beg your pardon, Miss Lynde."

Miles frowned over his pipe, glancing furtively from time to time at the provoked Princess. There was a good deal of color in her cheeks this morning, and the little droop of the lips was emphasized; but at the same time the straight nose looked extremely haughty and a tiny crease which was stationed above it, like a signal indicating stormy weather, made Miles uneasy. He wished she wasn't angry with him. Then he wondered why she was angry. Finally he decided that she had no reason for being angry; as he was inexperienced in such matters, he did not understand that a woman has the privilege of being angry without reason. Really, he told himself, he had done nothing out of the way; it was quite absurd; he would put an end to it!