"Victor," she murmured, "do not look so stupefied. Did you not
believe that I would risk at least a little for you, who have
risked so much for me? Only come to me! Make the most of me.
All sorts of things are sure to happen directly I am found out."
He took her into his arms. It was one of the moments of his
lifetime.
"Tell me," he murmured, "how have you dared to do this?"
She laughed.
"You know the Prince and his set. You know the way they bribe.
Intrigues everywhere, new and old overlapping. They have really
some reason for keeping you and me apart, but as regards my other
movements, I am free enough. And they thought, Victor--don't be
angry--but I let them think it was some one else. And I stole
away from the ball, and they think--never mind what they think.
But you, Victor, are my intrigue, you, my love, my husband!"
Then all the fatigue and all the weariness, died away from Mr.
Sabin's face. Once more the fire of youth burned in his heart.
And Lucille laughed softly as her lips met his, and her head sank
upon his shoulder.
CHAPTER XXI
Lady Carey suddenly dropped her partner's arm. She had seen a
man standing by himself with folded arms and moody face at the
entrance to the ball-room. She raised her lorgnettes. His
identity was unquestionable.
"Will you excuse me for a moment, Captain Horton," she said to her
escort.
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