We have just got rid of a few dinner people, and we
are going on to Carmarthen House presently. Take that easy-chair,
please, and, light a cigarette. Will you have a liqueur? Wolfendon
has some old brandy which every one seems to think wonderful."
"You are very kind, Helene," Mr. Sabin said. "I cannot refuse
anything which you offer in so charming a manner. But I shall not
keep you more than a few minutes."
"We need not leave for an hour," Helene said, "and I am dressed
except for my jewels. Tell me, have you seen Lucille? I am so
anxious to know."
"I have seen Lucille this evening," Mr. Sabin answered.
"At Dorset House!"
"Yes."
Helene sat down, smiling.
"Do tell me all about it."
"There is very little to tell," Mr. Sabin answered.
"She is with you--she returns at least!"
Mr. Sabin shook his head.
"No," he answered. "She remains at Dorset House."
Helene was silent. Mr. Sabin smoked pensively a moment or two, and
sipped the liqueur which Camperdown's own servant had just brought
him.
"It is very hard, Helene," he said, "to make you altogether
understand the situation, for there are certain phases of it which
I cannot discuss with you at all. I have made my first effort to
regain Lucille, and it has failed. It is not her fault. I need
not say that it is not mine.
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