It was not the Countess, who was engaged upon her harp, but the Countess had tried to detain him.

Wogan was startled as he understood the reason of her harp becoming so suddenly untuned.

She had spoken to him with so natural a spontaneity, she had accepted the Prince's aid with so complete an absence of embarrassment; but none the less Wogan was sure that she knew.

Moreover, a door had shut--yes, while he was speaking to the Prince a door had shut.
So far Wogan's speculations had travelled when the moonlight streamed out beneath his door too.

It made now a silver line across the passage broken at the middle by the wall between the rooms.