Lord Fordyce had attracted her from the moment she had first seen him, and as things do during periods of time, unconsciously this feeling had simmered, and upon seeing him again had boiled up; and alas! Moravia--beautiful young widow and Princess--found herself extremely perturbed and excited, and undoubtedly becoming deeply interested in the declared lover of her friend.

Henry for her had every charm.

He was gentle and courteous, he was witty, and calm with that well-bred consciousness which she adored in Englishmen, and which Sabine had always said irritated her so.
It was all too exasperating because, with her unerring feminine instinct, she divined that Sabine really did not love him at all.

If she had felt that she did, Moravia could have borne it better, but as it was fate was too hard, and when a week went by the Princess began actually to feel unhappy.

They were continually surrounded with friends, and at every meal had the kind of parties that once she had taken such delight in.