"
Lady Carey glanced towards her escort and turned away.
"I will try and find out what has become of her," she said. "Don't
go away yet."
She rejoined her escort.
"When we have found a table," she said, "I want you to keep my place
for a few moments while I try and find some of my party."
They passed into the supper-room, and appropriated a small table.
Lady Carey left her partner, and made her way to the farther end of
the apartment, where the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer was supping with
half a dozen men and women. She touched him on the shoulder.
"I want to speak to you for a moment, Ferdinand," she whispered.
He rose at once, and she drew him a little apart.
"Brott is here," she said slowly.
"Brott here!" he repeated. "And Lucille?"
"He is asking for her--expected to find her here. He is downstairs
now, looking the picture of misery."
He looked at her inquiringly. There was a curious steely light in
her eyes, and she was showing her front teeth, which were a little
prominent.
"Do you think," he asked, "that she has deceived us?"
"What else? Where are the Dorsets?"
"The Duchess is with the Earl of Condon, and some more people at
the round table under the balcony."
"Give me your arm," she whispered. "We must go and ask her;"
They crossed the room together.
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