For the Princess it was a day full of excitements.

The Count had only just reluctantly withdrawn, and Jeanne had gone to her room under the plea of fatigue, when Forrest was shown in.

She started at the look in his drawn face.
"Nigel," she exclaimed hastily, "is everything all right ?" He threw himself into a chair.
"Everything," he answered, "is all wrong.

Everything is over." The Princess saw then that he had aged during the last few days, that this man whose care of himself had kept him comparatively youthful looking, notwithstanding the daily routine of an unwholesome life, was showing signs at last of breaking down.

There were lines about his eyes, little baggy places underneath.