If
this be so I have hard battle to fight to win her back, but in the
end I shall do it."
She nodded sympathetically.
"I am sure," she said, "that you will not find it difficult. Tell
me, cannot I help you in any way? I know the Duchess very well
indeed--well enough to take you to call quite informally if you
please. She is a great supporter of what they call the Primrose
League here. I do not understand what it is all about, but it
seems that I may not join because my husband is a Radical."
Mr. Sabin looked for a moment over his clasped hands through the
faint blue cloud of cigarette smoke, and sundry possibilities
flashed through his mind to be at once rejected. He shook his
head.
"No!" he said firmly. "I do not wish for your help at present,
directly or indirectly. If you meet the Countess I would rather
that you did not mention my name. There is only one person whom,
if you met at Dorset House or anywhere where Lucille is, I would
ask you to watch. That is Mr. Brott!"
It was to be a conversation full of surprises for Helene. Mr.
Brott! Her hand went up to her forehead for a moment, and a
little gesture of bewilderment escaped her.
"Will you tell me," she asked almost plaintively, "what on earth
Mr. Brott can have to do with this business--with Lucille--with
you--with any one connected with it?"
Mr.
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