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"My town clothes, Duson," he ordered. "I am lunching out." The man bowed and withdrew. Mr. Sabin remained for a few moments in deep thought. "Brott!" he repeated. "Brott! It is a singular name." So this was the man! Mr. Sabin did not neglect his luncheon, nor was he ever for a moment unmindful of the grey-headed princess who chatted away by his side with all the vivacity of her race and sex.
"By the bye, Prince," he added, suddenly turning towards him, and with a complete change of tone, "it is within your power to do me a favour." "You have only to command," the Prince assured him good-naturedly. "My rooms are close here," Brott continued. "Will you accompany me there, and grant me the favour of a few minutes' conversation?"
She was with Brott half an hour after the Duke turned us out of Dorset House. Don't you understand, Victor won't you? It is too late." He sat down heavily in his easy-chair. His whole appearance was one of absolute dejection. "So I am to be left alone in my old age," he murmured. "You have your revenge now at last. You have come to take it."
But for one whose leanings were towards politics, neither my father before me nor I could be of service to our country. You should be thankful," he continued with a slight smile, "that you are an Englishman. No constitution in the world can offer so much to the politician who is strong enough and fearless enough." Mr. Brott glanced towards his twinkling eyes.
The eyes of the two women met for a moment, and though the smiles lingered still upon their faces Lady Carey at any rate was not able to wholly conceal her hatred. Lucille shrugged her shoulders. "I am doing my best," she said, "to convert Mr. Brott." "To what?" Lady Carey asked. "To a sane point of view concerning the holiness of the aristocracy," Lucille answered.
You must break with them, Brott, once and for ever. And the time is now." Brott held out his hand across the table. No one but this one man could have read the struggle in his face. "You are right, Grahame. I thank you. I thank you as much for what you have left unsaid as for what you have said. I was a fool to think of compromising. Letheringham is a nerveless leader.
He made no sign. "You do not waste your time, sir, over the Society papers. Yet you have probably heard that Madame la Duchesse and Mr. Reginald Brott have been written about and spoken about as intimate friends. They have been seen together everywhere. Gossip has been busy with their names. Mr. Brott has followed the Countess into circles which before her coming he zealously eschewed.
Suppose it finds me out?" "Hedley, you are talking rubbish," Brott said. "Up here you would see things with different eyes. Letheringham is pledged." "If any man ever earned hell," Hedley continued, "it is you, Brott, you who came to us a deliverer, and turned out to be a lying prophet. 'Hell," he repeated fiercely, "and may you find it swiftly." The man's right hand came out of his long pocket.
She looked at him with something like horror in her soft full eyes. "What would you do?" she murmured. The Prince shrugged his shoulders. "Well," he said, "we are not quite medieval enough to adopt the only really sensible method and remove Mr. Brott permanently from the face of the earth. We should stop a little short of that, but I can assure you that Mr.
They were afraid of you the aristocrats, and they bought you. Oh, we are not blind up there there are newspapers in our public houses, and now and then one can afford a half-penny. We have read of you at their parties and their dances. Quite one of them you have become, haven't you? But, Mr. Brott, have you never been afraid? Have you never said to yourself, there is justice in the earth?
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