He no longer danced.
He waited and watched; and it was during one of these waits that he saw Grumbach in the gallery.
"Now, what the devil is the Dutchman doing with a pair of opera-glasses!" It required some time and patience to discover the object of this singular attention on the part of Grumbach.

Carmichael was finally convinced that this object was no less a person than her serene highness! Later her highness stood before one of the long windows in the conservatory, listlessly watching the people in the square.

And these poor fools envied her! To envy her, who was a prisoner, a chattel to be exchanged for war's immunity, who was a princess in name but a cipher in fact! All was wrong with the world.

She had stolen out of the ball-room; the craving to be alone had been too strong.

Little she cared whether they missed her or not.