TheDuchesslookedupfromherknitting。“Yourhusbandhassavedyouthejourney，“sheremarked，“evenifyouwereabletoworkuponthePrince’sgoodnaturetosuchanextent。“
Lucillestartedroundeagerly。
“Whatdoyoumean？“shecried。
“YourhusbandisinLondon，“theDuchessanswered。
Lucillelaughedwiththegaietyofachild。Likemagicthelinesfrombeneathhereyesseemedtohavevanished。LadyCareywatchedherwithpalecheeksandmalevolentexpression。