In the afternoon a cold and watery sun making its way through the window threw a chill light on her as she drew near with some papers in her hand.

It was the revealing of this light which made the Duchess look at her curiously.
"You are not quite as blooming as you were, my child," she said.

"About two months ago you were particularly blooming.

Lady Lothwell and Lord Coombe and several other people noticed it.

You have not been taking your walks as regularly as you did.