"Why? what happened?" he asked with a smile.
She held up her little hand and counted on her fingers.
"Number one, a frown and a colder shoulder from Her Majesty! Two, a lecture from Her Grace of Lincoln! Twenty minutes! Three, four, and five, pin-pricks from the ladies and a lonely supper in my room to-night."
He loved her in this gayer mood which made her seem so young and childlike.
"Could you not have contrived to let me know?"
"Why? . . . What would you have done?"
"Made it less lonely for you."
"You are doing that now. I thought I should be alone the rest of the evening. Her Grace of Lincoln and the others are at prayers with Her Majesty. I was confined to that room up there. How is it Your Grace happened to be in this hall just when I came out?"
"A moth is always to be found where the light happens to be," he replied gravely.
"But how did you know I should be here?"