She walked restlessly up and down the
room. Then she stopped short with a hard little laugh.
"If I give way like this," she murmured, "I shall be positively
hideous, and after all, if she was there it was not possible for
him--"
She stopped short, and suddenly tearing the handkerchief which she
had been carrying into shreds threw the pieces upon the floor, and
stamped upon them. Then she laughed shortly, and turned towards
the door.
"Now I must go and get rid of that poor fool outside," she said.
"What a bungler!"
Brott was beside himself with impatience.
"Lucille is here," she announced, stepping in beside him. "She has
a shocking headache and has gone to bed. As a matter of fact, I
believe that she was expecting to hear from you."
"Impossible!" he answered shortly. He was beginning to distrust
this woman.
"Never mind. You can make it up with her to-morrow. I was foolish
to be anxious about her at all. Are you coming in again?"
They were at Carmarthen House. He handed her out.
"No, thanks! If you will allow me I will wish you good-night."
She made her way into the ball-room, and found the Prince of Saxe
Leinitzer, who was just leaving.
"Do you know where Lucille is?" she asked.
He looked up at her sharply. "Where?"
"At the Carlton Hotel--with him.
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