It is
what I trust that you, my dear Felix, may assist me to discover."
"You are determined, then, to follow her?"
Mr. Sabin helped himself to a liqueur from the bottle by his side.
"My dear Felix," he said reproachfully, "you should know me better
than to ask me such a question."
Felix moved uneasily in his chair.
"Of course," he said, "it depends upon how much they want to keep
you apart. But you know that you are running great risks?"
"Why, no," Mr. Sabin said. "I scarcely thought that. I have
understood that the society was by no means in its former
flourishing condition."
Felix laughed scornfully.
"They have never been," he answered, "richer or more powerful.
During the last twelve months they have been active in every part
of Europe."
Mr. Sabin's face hardened.
"Very well!" he said. "We will try their strength."
"We!" Felix laughed shortly. "You forget that my hands are tied.
I cannot help you or Lucille. You must know that."
"You cannot interfere directly," Mr. Sabin admitted. "Yet you are
Lucille's brother, and I am forced to appeal to you. If you will
be my companion for a little while I think I can show you how you
can help Lucille at any rate, and yet run no risk."
The little party at the next table were breaking up at last. Lady
Carey, pale and bored, with tired, swollen eyes--they were always
a little prominent--rose languidly and began to gather together
her belongings.
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