She rose and went speedily, her brain still wheeling, and burst into the Prince's armoury.

The old chamberlain was there in waiting; and the sight of another face, prying (or so she felt) on her distress, struck Seraphina into childish anger.
'Go!' she cried; and then, when the old man was already half-way to the door, 'Stay!' she added.

'As soon as Baron Gondremark arrives, let him attend me here.' 'It shall be so directed,' said the chamberlain.
'There was a letter.

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