But
that she was a woman of courage and resource history had proved.
"How idyllic!" she exclaimed. "Positively medieval! Fancy living
with one man three years."
Lucille smiled.
"Why, not? I never knew a woman yet however cold however fond of
change, who had not at some time or other during her life met a man
for whose sake she would have done--what I did. I have had as many
admirers--as many lovers, I suppose, as most women. But I can
truthfully say that during the last three years no thought of one
of them has crossed my mind."
Lady Carey laughed scornfully.
"Upon my word," she said. "If the Prince had not a temper, and if
they were not playing for such ruinous points, I would entertain
them all with these delightful confidences. By the bye, the Prince
himself was once one of those who fell before your chariot wheels,
was he not? Look at him now--sideways. What does he remind you
of?"
Lucille raised her eyes.
"A fat angel," she answered, "or something equally distasteful. How
I hate those mild eyes and that sweet, slow smile. I saw him thrash
a poor beater once in the Saxe Leinitzer forests. Ugh!"
"I should not blame him for that," Lady Carey said coldly. "I like
masterful men, even to the point of cruelty. General Dolinski there
fascinates me. I believe that he keeps a little private knout at
home for his wife and children.
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