Chapter 35

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​​​‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​⁠The Prince crossed the hall and entered the morning-room. Felix was there and Raoul de Brouillac. The Duchess sat at her writing-table, scribbling a note. Lady Carey, in a wonderful white serge costume, and a huge bunch of Neapolitan violets at her bosom, was lounging in an easy-chair, swinging her foot backwards and forwards. The Duke, in a very old tweed coat, but immaculate as to linen and the