She loved you, it is
true, but all her life she has been fond of change and excitement.
She came to Europe willingly--long before this Brott would have
been her slave save for your reappearance. Can't you forget her
--for a little while?"
Mr. Sabin sat quite still. Her hair brushed his cheeks, her arms
were about his neck, her whole attitude was an invitation for his
embrace. But he sat like a figure of stone, neither repulsing nor
encouraging her.
"You need not be alone unless you like," she whispered.
"I am an old man," he said slowly, "and this is a hard blow for me
to bear. I must be sure, absolutely sure that she has gone."
"By this time to-morrow," she murmured, "all the world will know it."
"Come to me then," he said. "I shall need consolation."
Her eyes were bright with triumph. She leaned over him and kissed
him on the lips. Then she sprang lightly to her feet.
"Wait here for me," she said, "and I will come to you. You shall
know, Victor, that Lucille is not the only woman in the world who
has cared for you."
There was a tap at the door. Lady Carey was busy adjusting her
hat. Passmore entered, and stood hesitating upon the threshold.
Mr. Sabin had risen to his feet. He took one of her hands and
raised it to his lips. She gave him a swift, wonderful look and
passed out.
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