He can do nothing
save by open revolt. And if he tries that--well, there will be
no more of this wonderful Mr. Sabin."
"Altogether a triumph to you," she remarked scornfully. "Oh, I
know the sort of thing. But, after all, my dear Ferdinand, what of
last night. I hate the woman, but she played the game, and played
it well. We were fooled, both of us. And to think that I--"
She broke off with a short laugh. The Prince looked at her
curiously.
"Perhaps," he said, "you had some idea of consoling the desolate
husband?"
"Perhaps I had," she answered coolly. "It didn't come off, did it?
Order me some coffee, and give me a cigarette, my friend. I have
something else to say to you."
He obeyed her, and she leaned back in the high chair.
"Listen to me," she said. "I have nothing whatever to do with you
and Lucille. I suppose you will get your revenge on Souspennier
through her. It won't be like you if you don't try, and you ought
to have the game pretty well in your own hands. But I won't have
Souspennier harmed. You understand?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Souspennier," he said, "must take care. If he oversteps the bounds
he must pay the penalty."
She leaned forward. There was a look in her face which he knew
very well.
"You and I understand one another," she said coolly.
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