"
The Prince smiled and shook his head.
"Explain! My dear Duke, that is not possible. It is not within
your rights to ask questions or to require any explanation as to
anything which Lucille is required to do by us. You must remember
that our claim upon her comes before yours. It is a claim which
she cannot evade or deny. And in pursuance of it, Countess, I
deeply regret having to tell you that your presence at Dorset House
within the next hour is demanded."
Lucille made no answer, but looked across the table at Mr. Sabin
with a little grimace.
"It is a comedy," she murmured. "After all, it is a comedy!"
Mr. Sabin fingered his cigarette thoughtfully.
"I believe," he said, "that the Duchess realises her
responsibilities in this matter. I myself have no wish to deny
them. As ordinary members we are both pledged to absolute obedience.
I therefore place no embargo upon the return of my wife to Dorset
House. But there are certain conditions, Prince, that considering
the special circumstances of the case I feel impelled to propose."
"I can recognise," the Prince said, "no conditions."
"They are very harmless," Mr. Sabin continued calmly. "The first is
that in a friendly way, and of course under the inviolable law of
secrecy, you explain to me for what part Lucille is cast in this
little comedy; the next that I be allowed to see her at reasonable
intervals, and finally that she is known by her rightful name as
Duchesse de Souspennier.
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