On the whole, she would stay where she was.
She was roused from her reverie by Clementine, who entered in a halo of smiles, as though she were the bearer of good news.

In the first place she had a telegram, which proved to be from Claudius, dated Berlin, and simply announcing the fact that he would sail at once.

Margaret could hardly conceal her great satisfaction, and the colour came so quickly to her face as she read the flimsy bit of paper from the cable office that Clementine made the most desperate efforts to get possession of it, or at least to see the signature.

But Margaret kept it under her pillow for half an hour, and then burned it carefully by the taper, to Clementine's inexpressible chagrin.
Meanwhile, however, there were other news in the wind, and when the artful Frenchwoman had succeeded in opening the window just so that a ray of light should fall on madam's face, she fired her second shot.
"Monsieur le Duc is of return, Madame," she said, suddenly turning towards her mistress.
"The Duke ?" repeated Margaret innocently.

"When did he come ?" "Ah, Madame," said the maid, disappointed at having produced so little effect, "it is precisely what I do not know.