She was in her travelling-frock, with a large white Belgian apron tied over it.

Large dark circles of fatigue and sleeplessness surrounded her eyes, and to the Prince her cheek seemed hollow and thin; her hair lay thick over the temples, half covering the ears.

Aribert gave no answer to her query--merely gazed at her with melancholy intensity.
'I think I will go and rest,' she said at last.

'You will know all about the medicine.' 'Sleep well,' he said, as he softly opened the door for her.

And then he was alone with Eugen.