"Every one down for luncheon!" Jeanne declared.

"What energy! Where is Lord Ronald, by the by ?" she added, looking around the room.

"He promised to take me out sailing this morning.

I wonder if I missed him on the marshes." The Princess yawned, and glanced at the clock.
"By this time," she remarked, "Lord Ronald is probably in London.

He had a telegram or something in the middle of the night, and went away early this morning." Jeanne looked at them in surprise.
"How queer!" she remarked.