"
Mr. Sabin moved away with a slight enigmatic gesture. Lucille
gathered up her skirts, making room for him by her side on a
small sofa.
"It is delightful to see you, Victor," she murmured. "It is
delightful to know that you trusted me."
Mr. Sabin looked at her, and the smile which no other woman had
ever seen softened for a moment his face.
"Dear Lucille," he murmured, "how could you ever doubt it? There
was a day, I admit, when the sun stood still, when, if I had felt
inclined to turn to light literature, I should have read aloud
the Book of Job. But afterwards--well, you see that I am here."
She laughed.
"I knew that you would come," she said, "and yet I knew that it
would be a struggle between you and them. For--the Prince--" she
murmured, lowering her voice, "had pledged his word to keep us
apart."
Mr. Sabin raised his head, and his eyes traveled towards the
figure of the man who sat with his back to them in the far distant
corner of the room.
"The Prince," he said softly, "is faithful to his ancient enmities."
Lucille's face was troubled. She turned to her companion with a
little grimace.
"He would have me believe," she murmured, "that he is faithful to
other things besides his enmities."
Mr. Sabin smiled.
"I am not jealous," he said softly, "of the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer!"
As though attracted by the mention of his name, which must, however,
have been unheard by him, the Prince at that moment turned round and
looked for a moment towards them.
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