When we came up to them, we recognized the duchess and the princess.

The duchess bowed smilingly, but the princess did not speak, though she looked in our direction.
The cavalcade turned to the left, and went up a narrow street toward Cambrai Gate, evidently bound for the marshes.

Max and I walked straight ahead toward the Cologne bridge, intending, as we had promised, to go back to Castleman's.

Two hundred yards up the street I glanced back, and saw a lady riding through the Postern, back to the castle.

I knew at once that the princess had returned, and I was sure of meeting Yolanda,--sweet, smiling, tender Yolanda,--at the dear old House under the Wall.