"
"You would perjure your honour?"
"Yes--if it came to that."
Mr. Sabin moved uneasily in his chair. The woman was in earnest.
She offered him an invaluable alliance; she could show him the way
to hold his own against even the inimical combination by which he
was surrounded. If only he could compromise. But her eyes were
seeking his eagerly, even fiercely.
"You doubt me still," she whispered. "And I thought that you had
genius. Listen, I will prove myself. The Prince has one of his
foolish passions for Lucille. You know that. So far she has shown
herself able to resist his fascinations. He is trying other means.
Lucille is in danger! Duson! --but after all, I was never really
in danger, except the time when I carried the despatches for the
colonel and rode straight into a Boer ambush."
Mr. Sabin saw nothing, but he did not move a muscle of his face. A
moment later they heard the Prince's voice from behind them.
"I am very sorry," he said, "to interrupt these interesting
reminiscences, but you see that every one is going. Lucille is
already in the cloak-room."
Lady Carey rose at once, but the glance she threw at the Prince was
a singularly malicious one. They walked down the carpeted way
together, and Lady Carey left them without a word. In the vestibule
Mr. Sabin and Reginald Brott came face to face.
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