It was not a happy time for Clementina.

Yet she was not entirely unhappy.

A thought had come to her and stayed with her which called the colour to her cheeks and a smile to her lips.

It accounted to her for the delay; her pride was restored by it; because of it she became yet more patient with her mother, more gentle with the Prince of Baden, more good-humoured to her gaolers.

It sang at her heart like a bird; it lightened in her grey eyes.