"Her grace has gone there, for I heard her talking about the pictures this morning." He could hardly imagine the duchess at Hampton Court.

He felt half inclined to follow, and then he thought that perhaps it would be an intrusion; if she had wanted his society, she would certainly have asked for it.

No, he would not go.

He stood for a few minutes irresolute, wondering if he could ask whether the duchess had taken her young companion with her, and then he remembered that he did not even know her name.
How was the day to pass?
Matters were worse than ever.

If he had seen her, if he could have spoken to her, he might perhaps have felt better; as it was, the fever of unrest had deepened.
He was to meet the duchess that evening at the French Embassy; he would tell her she must relax some of her rigor in his favor.