"In effect it is rather a blow on the cheek for you, Prince.

Of course you know that the Prince is in love with you, Lucille ?" "I wish he were," she answered, looking lazily out of the window.
He bent over her.
"Why ?" "I would persuade him to send me home again," she answered coldly.
The Duchess looked up from her knitting.

"Your husband has saved you the journey," she remarked, "even if you were able to work upon the Prince's good nature to such an extent." Lucille started round eagerly.
"What do you mean ?" she cried.
"Your husband is in London," the Duchess answered.
Lucille laughed with the gaiety of a child.

Like magic the lines from beneath her eyes seemed to have vanished.

Lady Carey watched her with pale cheeks and malevolent expression.
"Come, Prince," she cried mockingly, "it was only a week ago that you assured me that my husband could not leave America.