When she found me her cheeks were like red roses, and she could hardly speak for lack of breath.

For the first and last time I saw Twonette shorn of her serenity.
The duke had not invited me to go hawking, and fortunately I had stayed at home cuddling the thought that Yolanda was the Princess Mary, and that my fair Prince Max had found rare favor in her eyes.
"Yolanda wants you at my father's house immediately," said Twonette, when I stepped outside the inn door.

"The need is urgent beyond measure." Whereupon she courtesied and turned away.

Twonette held that words were not made to be wasted, so I asked no questions.

I almost ran to Castleman's house, and was taken at once to a large room in the second story.