"Every one down for luncheon!" Jeanne declared. "What energy! Where is Lord
Ronald, by the by?" she added, looking around the room. "He promised to take
me out sailing this morning. I wonder if I missed him on the marshes."
The Princess yawned, and glanced at the clock.
"By this time," she remarked, "Lord Ronald is probably in London. He had a
telegram or something in the middle of the night, and went away early this
morning."
Jeanne looked at them in surprise.
"How queer!" she remarked. "I was down before nine o'clock. Had he left then?"
"Long before then, I believe," Forrest answered. "He is very likely coming back in
Jeanne nodded indifferently. The intelligence, after all, was of little importance to
"Has the luncheon gong gone?" she asked. "I have been out since ten o'clock,
Cecil led the way across the hall into the dining-room.
"Come along," he said. "I wish we all had such healthy appetites."
She glanced at him, and then at the others.
"Well," she said, "you certainly look as though you had been up very late last
night. What is the matter with you all?"
