She laid down her cards and turned her head.

It was Jeanne who stood there, her hair tossed and blown by the wind, her face ashen white.
"What is the matter, child ?" the Princess demanded.
Jeanne came a little way into the room.
"There were two men," she faltered, "talking in the shrubbery close to where I was sitting behind the hollyhocks.

I could not understand all that they said, but they are coming here.

They were speaking of Lord Ronald." "Go on," Forrest muttered, leaning forward with dilated eyes.
"They spoke as though something might have happened to him here," the girl whispered.

"Oh! it is too horrible, this! What do you think that they meant ?" She looked at the three people who confronted her.