She was devoutly grateful for the relief of finding herself alone in her bedroom with Jane Cupp.
"Jane," she said, "you know exactly how many minutes I can dress in and just when I must get into the carriage.

Can you give me five minutes to lie down quite flat and dab my forehead with eau de cologne?
Five minutes, Jane.

But be quite sure." "Yes, miss--I do beg pardon--my lady.

You can have five--safe." She took no more,--Jane went into the dressing-room and stood near its door, holding the watch in her hand,--but even five minutes did her good.
She felt less delirious when she descended the stairs and passed through the crowds again on Lord Walderhurst's arm.

She seemed to walk through a garden in resplendent bloom.