"He may have a worse scandal in his house now than he dreams of." She wiped her eyes.
"Have I not always told you," she said, "that intrigue in this country was a sheer impossibility?
You may lay your plans ever so carefully, but you cannot foresee such a contretemps as this." "Idiot!" the Prince cried.

"Oh, the dolt! Why, even his wife was amazed." "He may be all those pleasant things," Lady Carey, said, "but he is a gentleman." He stopped short.

The footman was standing by the side of Lady Carey's victoria with a rug on his arm.
"Lucille," he said thoughtfully, "is locked in the morning-room.

She is prostrate with fear.

If the Duke sees her everything is over.