She had packed a little bundle ready to take with her before she left her chamber.

Her cloak and hood were laid out on the bed.
When she sat down at the table with her father and brothers, all of them except Richard and Louis stared at her with open amazement and questioned her.

Richard and Louis stared furtively at their sister's face, as stiff, set, and pale as if she were dead, but they asked no questions.

Madelon said, in a voice that was not hers, that she was not sick, and put pieces of Indian cake into her untasting mouth and listened.

But breakfast was well over and the dishes put away before anybody came.