And now, my dear niece, I see that the time is going. I came to
know if you could get me a card for the ball at Carmarthen House
to-night."
Helene laughed softly.
"Very easily, my dear UNCLE. Lady Carmarthen is Wolfendon's cousin,
you know, and a very good friend of mine. I have half a dozen blank
cards here. Shall I really see you there?"
"I believe so," Mr. Sabin answered.
"And Lucille?"
"It is possible."
"There is nothing I suppose which I can do in the way of
intervention, or anything of that sort?"
Mr. Sabin shook his head.
"Lucille and I are the best of friends," he answered. "Talk to her,
if you will. By the bye, is that twelve o'clock? I must hurry.
Doubtless we shall meet again at the ball."
But Carmarthen House saw nothing of Mr. Sabin that night.
CHAPTER XX
Mr. Sabin from his seat behind a gigantic palm watched her egress
from the supper-room with a little group of friends.
They came to a halt in the broad carpeted way only a few feet from
him. Lady Carey, in a wonderful green gown, her neck and bosom
ablaze with jewels, seemed to be making her farewells.
"I must go in and see the De Lausanacs," she exclaimed. "They are
in the blue room supping with the Portuguese Ambassador. I shall
be at Carmarthen House within half an hour--unless my headache
becomes unbearable.
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