"
Lucille passed her arm through his and laughed.
"You are robbing the Prince of me," she declared. "Let us leave
him his carriage."
She nodded her farewells to Saxe Leinitzer, who took leave of them
with a low bow. As they waited at the corner for a hansom Mr. Sabin
glanced back. The Prince had disappeared through the swing doors.
"I want you to promise me one thing," Lucille said earnestly.
"It is promised," Mr. Sabin answered.
"You will not ask me the reason of my visit to this place?"
"I have no curiosity," Mr. Sabin answered. "Come!"
CHAPTER XXVIII
Mr. Sabin, contrary to his usual custom, engaged a private room at
the Milan. Lucille was in the highest spirits.
"If only this were a game instead of reality!" she said, flashing
a brilliant smile at him across the table, "I should find it most
fascinating. You seem to come to me always when I want you most.
And do you know, it is perfectly charming to be carried off by you
in this manner."
Mr. Sabin smiled at her, and there was a look in his eyes which
shone there for no other woman.
"It is in effect," he said, "keeping me young. Events seem to have
enclosed us in a curious little cobweb. All the time we are
struggling between the rankest primitivism and the most delicate
intrigue. To-day is the triumph of primitivism.
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