They all three moved together into the further corner, where coffee was set out upon a small table, and it was significant that they did not speak a word until they were there, and even then Major Forrest looked cautiously around before he opened his lips.
"Well ?" he asked.
The Princess smiled scornfully at their white, anxious faces.
"What are you afraid of ?" she asked contemptuously.

"Jeanne suspects nothing, of course.

There is nothing which she could suspect.

She has not mentioned his name even." Cecil drew a little breath of relief.

His face seemed to have grown haggard during the last few hours.
"I wish to God," he muttered, "we were out of this!" The Princess turned her head and looked at him coldly.
"My young friend," she said, "you men are all the same.