Her thoughts were in a turmoil.

His presence there, after his deliberate assurance to her that he had no intention of coming, his calm and unnoticing regard of her and every one else, seemed to confirm in every way the wave of pessimism which she as well as Nigel was experiencing.
She had passed Immelan in the entrance, and there was something ominously disturbing in his cool, triumphant smile.

She pictured to herself the agreement signed, some nameless terror already launched.

She remembered that Nigel had complained of Naida's inaccessibility during the last few days.

She herself had been surprised at Prince Shan's apparent withdrawal, temporary though it might be, from the peculiar but impressive position which he had taken up with regard to her.
She stood back against the wall, in a dark corner, striving to collect her thoughts, thankful for the brief respite from conversation.