It existed only like a secret shame in the hearts of those who had witnessed it.
Prince Eugen had recovered; at any rate, he was convalescent, and he had been removed to London, where he took up again the dropped thread of his princely life.

The lady with the red hat, the incorruptible and savage Miss Spencer, the unscrupulous and brilliant Jules, the dark, damp cellar, the horrible little bedroom--these things were over.

Thanks to Prince Aribert and the Racksoles, he had emerged from them in safety.

He was able to resume his public and official career.

The Emperor had been informed of his safe arrival in London, after an unavoidable delay in Ostend; his name once more figured in the Court chronicle of the newspapers.