Suddenly the solution came: she was completely captive to the will of this hated husband.

The realisation brought a distinct, sickening shock with it.
Down through the lowering shades rode the Prince's party, swiftly, even gaily by virtue of relaxation from the strain of a weird half hour.

No one revealed the slightest sign of apprehension arising from the mysterious demonstration in which nature had taken a hand.
Truxton King was holding forth, with cynical good humour, for the benefit, if not the edification of Baron Dangloss, with whom he rode--Mr.Hobbs galloping behind not unlike the faithful Sancho of another Quixote's day.
"It's all tommy-rot, Baron," said Truxton.

"We've got a dozen stage wizards in New York who can do all she did and then some.

That smoke from the kettle is a corking good trick--but that's all it is, take my word for it.