Lady Carey stretched out her hand. A few words were scribbled on the back of his visiting card in yellow crayon. She glanced at it, tore the card up, and threw the pieces into the fire.
“My shoes and stockings, Annette,” she said, “and just a morning wrap—anything will do.”
The Prince was walking restlessly up and down the room, when Lady Carey entered. He welcomed her with a little cry of relief.
“Heavens!” he exclaimed. “I thought that you were never coming.”
“I was in no hurry,” she answered calmly. “I could guess your news, so I had not even the spur of curiosity.”
He stopped short.
“You have heard nothing! It is not possible?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“No, but I know you, and I know him. I am quite prepared to hear that you are outwitted. Indeed, to judge from your appearance there can be no doubt about it. Remember I warned you.”
The Prince was pale with fury.