It is--absolutely callow!"
He laughed gently.
"Did I not always tell you," he said, "that when I did marry I
should make an excellent husband?"
"You are at least," she answered sharply, "a very complaisant one."
The Prince leaned forward from the shadows of the box.
"I invite you all," he said, "to supper with me. It is something
of an occasion, this! For I do not think that we shall all meet
again just as we are now for a very long time."
"Your invitation," Mr. Sabin remarked, "is most agreeable. But
your suggestion is, to say the least of it, nebulous. I do not see
what is to prevent your all having supper with me to-morrow evening."
Lady Carey laughed as she rose, and stretched out her hand for her
cloak.
"To-morrow evening," she said, "is a long way off. Let us make
sure of to-night--before the Prince changes his mind."
Mr. Sabin bowed low.
"To-night by all means," he declared. "But my invitation remains
--a challenge!"
CHAPTER XXXI
The Prince, being host, arranged the places at his supper-table.
Mr. Sabin found himself, therefore, between Lady Carey and a young
German attache, whom they had met in the ante-room of the restaurant.
Lucille had the Prince and Mr. Brott on either side of her.
Lady Carey monopolised at first the greater part of the conversation.
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