And as for the present, well, I am outside his schemes now. Let us
be friends. You would find me a very valuable ally."
"Let it be so," he answered without emotion. "You shall help me,
if you will, to regain Lucille. I promise you then that my gratitude
shall not disappoint you."
She bit her lip.
"And are you sure," she whispered, "that Lucille is anxious to be
won back? She loves intrigue, excitement, the sense of being
concerned in important doings. Besides--you must have heard what
they say about her--and Brott. Look at her now. She wears
her grass widowhood lightly enough."
Mr. Sabin looked across the table. Lucille had indeed all the
appearance of a woman thoroughly at peace with the world and herself.
Brott was talking to her in smothered and eager undertones. The
Prince was waiting for an opportunity to intervene. Mr. Sabin
looked into Brott's white strong face, and was thoughtful.
"It is a great power--the power of my sex," Lady Carey continued,
with a faint, subtle smile. "A word from Lucille, and the history
book of the future must be differently written."
"She will not speak that word," Mr. Sabin said. Lady Carey shrugged
her shoulders. The subtlety of her smile faded away. Her whole
face expressed a contemptuous and self-assured cynicism.
"You know her very well," she murmured.
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