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"My dear man, I hope you don't include me," Lady Carey exclaimed. "You, Lady Muriel," he answered, with a slow smile, "are an exception to all rules. No, you are a rule by yourself." "To revert to the subject then for a moment," the Duchess said stiffly. "You have made no progress with the Duke?" "None whatever," Saxe Leinitzer admitted.
The Prince of Saxe Leinitzer twirled his heavy moustache and sank into a chair between the two women. "I have had a long talk with him," he announced. "And the result?" the Duchess asked. "The result I fear you would scarcely consider satisfactory," the Prince declared.
Lady Carey left her partner, and made her way to the farther end of the apartment, where the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer was supping with half a dozen men and women. She touched him on the shoulder. "I want to speak to you for a moment, Ferdinand," she whispered. He rose at once, and she drew him a little apart. "Brott is here," she said slowly. "Brott here!" he repeated. "And Lucille?"
Lady Carey, although she is such a brilliant woman, says and does the most insolent, the most amazing things, and the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer goes everywhere in Europe by the name of the Royal libertine. They are powerful enough almost to dominate society, and we poor people who abide by the conventions are absolutely nowhere beside them.
"You are robbing the Prince of me," she declared. "Let us leave him his carriage." She nodded her farewells to Saxe Leinitzer, who took leave of them with a low bow. As they waited at the corner for a hansom Mr. Sabin glanced back. The Prince had disappeared through the swing doors. "I want you to promise me one thing," Lucille said earnestly. "It is promised," Mr. Sabin answered.
Countess, I trust that in me you will recognise an efficient substitute." It was the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer who was calmly seating himself opposite to her. The waiter, with the discretion of his class, withdrew for a few paces and stood awaiting orders. Lucille looked across at him in amazement. "You here?" she exclaimed, "and Muriel gone? What does this mean?" The Prince leaned forward.
"Poor man," she said mockingly. "It is always the same when you and Souspennier meet." He set his teeth. "This time," he muttered, "I hold the trumps." She pointed at the clock. It was nearly four. "She was there at eleven," she remarked drily. "His Highness, the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer!" Duson stood away from the door with a low bow.
The country is in no need of it. There is no scope for it." "If only one could get beyond Saxe Leinitzer," Mr. Sabin said. She shook her head. "Behind him," she said, "there is only the one to whom all reference is forbidden. And there is no man in the world who would be less likely to listen to an appeal from you or from me." "After all," Mr.
"What damned folly!" he exclaimed. "It is possible that you may not think so directly," Saxe Leinitzer continued. "The day it happened Lucille bought this same poison, and it is a rare one, from a man who has absconded. An hour before this man was found dead, she called at the hotel, left no name, but went upstairs to Mr.
I perhaps know less than any one. But I know enough for this. I request, Saxe Leinitzer, that you withdraw the name of myself and my wife from your list of members, and that you understand clearly that my house is to be no more used for meetings of the Society, formal or informal.
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