He says his mother, Lady Laura, has a chill and can't come, but every one knows--it's Connie!" She and Sorell smiled at each other.

They had never had many words on the subject, but they understood each other perfectly.
"What made her scratch ?" asked Sorell, wondering.
"Royalties," said Nora shortly, with a democratic nose in air.
It appeared that a certain travelled and artistic Princess had been spending the week-end in a ducal house in the neighbourhood.

So, too, had the ex-Viceroy.

And hearing from him that the only daughter "of those dear Risboroughs" was at Oxford, twelve miles off, her Royal Highness, through him, had "commanded" Constance for tea under the ducal roof on Tuesday.

A carriage was to be sent for her, and the ex-Viceroy undertook to convey her back to Oxford afterwards, he being due himself to dine and sleep at the Vice-Chancellor's the night before the Encaenia.
"Constance didn't want to go a bit.