I can see her on her way down the drive there.

She has some telegrams I gave her, and I want to send another." Cecil hurried out, and the Princess, moving to the window, beckoned to Forrest, who was lounging in a wicker chair with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Nigel," she said, "how much longer ?" Forrest looked despondently at his cigarette.
"I cannot tell," he answered.

"Perhaps one day, perhaps a week, perhaps--" "No!" the Princess interrupted, "I do not wish to hear that eventuality." "You know that the Duke is still about ?" Forrest said gloomily.

"I saw him this morning.

There has been a fellow, too--a detective, of course--enquiring about the car and who was able to drive it." "But that," the Princess interrupted, "is all in our favour.