The Prince of Saxe Leinitzer and I
understand one another, I believe. If we do not it is not my fault.
My presence here at this moment should prove to you how eagerly I
shall look forward to the time when our separation is no longer
necessary."
She passed away into the inner room with a little farewell gesture
tender and regretful. Mr. Sabin resumed his seat.
"I believe, Prince," he said, "that no good can come of any further
conference between you and me. We understand one another too well.
Might I suggest therefore that you permit me to ring?"
The Prince rose to his feet.
"You are right," he said. "The bandying of words between you and
me is a waste of time. We are both of us too old at the game. But
come, before I go I will do you a good turn. I will prove that I
am in a generous mood."
Mr. Sabin shrugged his shoulders.
"If anything in this world could inspire me with fear," he remarked,
"it would be the generosity of the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer."
The Prince sighed.
"You always misunderstand me," he murmured. "However, I will prove
my words. You spoke of an appeal."
"Certainly," Mr. Sabin answered. "I intend to impeach you for
making use of the powers entrusted to you for your own private ends
--in other words, for making an arbitrary misuse of your position.
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