"Mr. Reginald Brott is in the small drawing-room, your Grace," he
announced. "He enquired for the Countess Radantz."
Lucille rose. When the servant had disappeared she turned round
for a moment, and faced the Prince. A spot of colour burned in her
cheeks, her eyes were bright with anger.
"I shall remember your words, Prince," she said. "So far from mine
being, however, a holiday task, it is one of the most wearisome and
unpleasant I ever undertook. And in return for your warnings let
me tell you this. If you should bring any harm upon my husband you
shall answer for it all your days to me. I will do my duty. Be
careful that you do not exceed yours."
She swept out of the room. Lady Carey laughed mockingly at the
Prince.
"Poor Ferdinand!" she exclaimed.
CHAPTER XIII
He had been kept waiting longer than usual, and he had somehow the
feeling that his visit was ill-timed, when at last she came to him.
He looked up eagerly as she entered the little reception room which
he had grown to know so well during the last few weeks, and it
struck him for the first time that her welcome was a little forced,
her eyes a little weary.
"I haven't," he said apologetically, "the least right to be here."
"At least," she murmured, "I may be permitted to remind you that
you are here without an invitation.
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