"Monsieur will be so good as to destroy this when read. My will
is in my trunk.
"Your Grace's faithful servant,
"Jules Duson."
Mr. Sabin read this letter carefully through to the end. Then he
put it into his pocket-book and quickly rang the bell.
"You had better send for a doctor at once," he said to the waiter
who appeared. "My servant appears to have suffered from some sudden
illness. I am afraid that he is quite dead."
CHAPTER XXIX
"You spoke, my dear Lucille," the Duchess of Dorset said, "of your
departure. Is not that a little premature?"
Lucille shrugged her beautiful shoulders, and leaned back in her
corner of the couch with half-closed eyes. The Duchess, who was
very Anglo-Saxon, was an easy person to read, and Lucille was
anxious to know her fate.
"Why premature?" she asked. "I was sent for to use my influence
with Reginald Brott. Well, I did my best, and I believe that for
days it was just a chance whether I did not succeed. However, as
it happened, I failed. One of his friends came and pulled him away
just as he was wavering. He has declared himself now once and for
all. After his speech at Glasgow he cannot draw back. I was brought
all the way from America, and I want to go back to my husband.
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