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A week passed , but the question of the first call was not yet settled . It required as much diplomacy as an international difficulty . Furst Hugo represented the princesses as `` burning with impatience to behold the engelreine Madchen whom they hoped to embrace as a sister , '' but no visible sign of their ardor reached Miss Vance . On Monday Jean went to spend the day with some of her artist friends , but at noon she dashed into the room where Clara and Lucy sat sewing , her dark face blotched red , and her voice stuttering with excitement . `` I have seen into the cave ! '' she shouted . `` I have got at the truth !