Your husband and his German friend are miles away.

I passed Miss Delafield in the forest.

She is not quite at home on her snow-shoes yet.

She cannot be back for at least half an hour." Etta bit her lip as she looked at the chair.

She sat slowly down and drew in the folds of her rich dress.
"I have the good fortune to find you alone." "So you have informed me," she replied coldly.
De Chauxville leaned against the mantel-piece and looked down at her thoughtfully.
"At the bear-hunt the other day," he said, "I had the misfortune to--well, to fall out with the prince.