It is not much I ask of
you, but that little I will have or I pledge my word to it that
things shall go ill with you and your husband. There is plain
speech for you. Do not be absurd. Come within, and let us talk.
What do you fear? The house is full of servants, and the carriage
can wait for you here."
Lucille smiled at him--a maddening smile.
"I am not a child," she said, "and such conversations as I am forced
to hold with you will not be under your own roof. Be so good as to
tell the coachman to drive to Dorset House."
The Prince turned on his heel with a furious oath.
"He can drive you to Hell," he answered thickly.
Lucille found the Duchess and Lady Carey together at Dorset House.
She looked from one to the other.
"I thought that there was a meeting to-night," she remarked.
The Duchess shook her head.
"Not to-night," she answered. "It would not be possible. General
Dolinski is dining at Marlborough House, and De Broullae is in
Paris. Now tell us all about Mr. Brott."
"He has gone to Scotland," Lucille answered. "I have failed."
Lady Carey looked up from the depths of the chair in which she was
lounging.
"And the prince?" she asked. "He went to meet you!"
"He also failed," Lucille answered.
CHAPTER XXVII
Mr. SABIN drew a little breath, partly of satisfaction because he
had discovered the place he sought, and partly of disgust at the
neighbourhood in which he found himself.
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