Haven't you any feeling at
all? Don't you know what it is like to feel?"
He smiled.
"We both come," he said, "of a historic race. If ancestry is worth
anything it should at least teach us to go about without pinning
our hearts upon our sleeves."
"But you," she murmured, "you have no heart."
He looked down upon her then with still cold face and steady eyes.
"Indeed," he said, "you are mistaken."
She moved uneasily in her chair. She was very pale, except for a
faint spot of pink colour in her cheeks.
"It is very hard to find, then," she said, speaking quickly, her
bosom rising and falling, her eyes always seeking to hold his.
"To-night you see what I have done--I have, sent away my friends
--and my carriage. They may know me here--you see what I have
risked. And I don't care. You thought to-night that I was your
enemy--and I am not. I am not your enemy at all."
Her hand fell as though by accident upon his, and remained there.
Mr. Sabin was very nearly embarrassed. He knew quite well that
if she were not his enemy at that moment she would be very shortly.
"Lucille," she continued, "will blame me too. I cannot help it.
I want to tell you that for the present your separation from her
is a certain thing. She acquiesces. You heard her. She is quite
happy. She is at the ball to-night, and she has friends there who
will make it pleasant for her.
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