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"There is one of the strangest and most consistent figures in history," Karschoff, who was in a talkative frame of mind, went on reflectively. "I honestly believe that Prince Shan considers himself to be of celestial descent, to carry in his person the honour of countless generations of Manchus. He has no intimates. Even Immelan usually has to seek an audience.
You, it seems to me, would make a cat's-paw of all Asia to gratify your hatred of England." "A cat's-paw!" Immelan gasped. "Australia, New Zealand and India for Japan, new lands for her teeming population; Thibet for you, all Manchuria, and the control of the Siberian Railway!" "These are dazzling propositions," Prince Shan admitted, "and yet what about the other side of the Pacific?"
They believe here that they have solved the problem of perpetual peace." Immelan smiled a little bitterly. "Dear lady," he said, "if I lose your help, if you go back to Petrograd and talk to Paul Matinsky as you are talking to me, do you know that you will break the heart of a nation?" She shook her head. "Paul does not look upon me as infallible," she protested.
You will remember that I placed all these facts before you on the occasion of a previous visit." Mervin Brown nodded. "Anything else?" he asked patiently. "You know that a special envoy from China is on his way here at the present moment to meet Immelan?" "Oscar Immelan, the German Commissioner?" "The same," Nigel assented.
We are at the Milan Court for a little time. My father is trying to get a house. My sister is coming over to look after him. I am unfortunately only a bird of passage." "Then I shall not run the risk of missing you," he declared. "I shall call very soon." Immelan intervened, grim, suspicious, a little disturbed.
"The promise between a man and a woman is an unspoken one," Immelan persisted. "You have not been in Europe for five months. All that time she has awaited you." "Something else has happened," Prince Shan said deliberately. "Since your arrival in London?" "Since my arrival in London, since I stepped out of my ship last night." Immelan was frankly incredulous. "You mean Lady Maggie Trent?"
"She would not pay the price, eh?" Immelan sneered. "By the gods of your ancestors, Prince Shan, are there not women enough in the world for you without bartering your honour, and the great future of your country, for a blue-eyed jade of an Englishwoman?" The Prince sat slowly up. His appearance was ominous.
"You heard what I told you in the box," was the quiet reply. "I shall explain as much as I can explain to Nigel when we get home. He can tell you everything later on to-day at lunch-time, if you like." "It has been one of the strangest nights I ever remember," Naida declared, after a brief pause. "Oscar Immelan, who was dining with us, arrived half an hour late.
Mine, I know, are too strong for you." "They taste too much of opium," Immelan remarked. Prince Shan's eyes grew dreamy as he gazed through a little cloud of odorous smoke. "There is opium in them," he admitted. "Believe me, they are very wonderful, but I agree with you that they are not for the ordinary person."
"Our women are the creatures of our will. We call them, or we send them away. They know that, and they are prepared." "It seems a little brutal," Immelan muttered. "You prefer your method?" his companion asked. "Yet you practise deceit. Your fancy wanders, and you lie about it. You lose your dignity, my friend. No woman is worth a man's lie."
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