D., and winner of the Rudlock History Prize. Also tenth
wrangler. Entered the diplomatic service on leaving college, and
served as junior attache at Vienna."
Mr. Sabin laid down the volume, and made a little calculation. At
the end of it he had made a discovery. His face was very white
and set.
"I was at Petersburg," he muttered. "Now I think of it, I heard
something of a young English attache. But--"
He touched the bell.
"Duson, a carriage!"
At Camperdown House he learned that Helene was out--shopping, the
hall porter believed. Mr. Sabin drove slowly down Bond Street, and
was rewarded by seeing her brougham outside a famous milliner's. He
waited for her upon the pavement. Presently she came out and smiled
her greetings upon him.
"You were waiting for me?" she asked.
"I saw your carriage."
"How delightful of you. Let me take you back to luncheon."
He shook his head.
"I am afraid," he said, "that I should be poor company. May I
drive home with you, at any rate, when you have finished?"
"Of course you may, and for luncheon we shall be quite alone, unless
somebody drops in."
He took his seat beside her in the carriage. "Helene," he said, "I
am interested in Mr. Brott. No, don't look at me like that. You
need have no fear. My interest is in him as a man, and not as a
politician.
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