The bells in the village rang four, and Prince Ethelried started up as Cinderella must have done when the pumpkin coach disappeared.

He was no longer a king's son; he was only Jules, the little goatherd, who must hurry back to the field before the coming of Brossard.
Joyce went with him to the carriage-house.

Together they swung open the great door.

Then an exclamation of dismay fell from Joyce's lips.

All over the floor were scattered scraps of leather and cloth and hair, the kind used in upholstering.