Princess, I shall try to win your forgiveness to-morrow." The Princess smiled faintly.
"Catherine is so unusual," she complained.
Julian held open the door, and they all filed away down the corridor, from which Lord Shervinton had long since beat a hurried retreat.

He stood there until they reached the bend.

Catherine, who was leaning on his father's arm, turned around.

She waved her hand a little irresolutely.

She was too far off for him to catch her expression, but there was something pathetic in her slow, listless walk, from which all the eager grace of a few hours ago seemed to have departed.
It was not until they were nearing London, on the following afternoon, that Catherine awoke from a lethargy during which she had spent the greater portion of the journey.