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One speaks quite plainly, I imagine, before our friend the enemy?" he added, smiling towards Selingman. "Why not?" Selingman demanded. "Why not, indeed? We are not fools here." "Then I would ask you, Mr. Grex," Monsieur Douaille continued, "where in the name of all that is equitable are you to find an alliance more likely to preserve the status quo in Europe?

He will never forgive me, and I feel very wicked and very ungrateful." "Anything else?" he whispered, leaning a little towards her. She sighed. "And very happy," she murmured. Hunterleys saw the Right Honourable Meredith Simpson and Monsieur Douaille off to Paris early that morning.

Monsieur Douaille, for instance, was anxious to remain the escort of Lady Hunterleys, whose plans for the afternoon he had ascertained were unformed. Mr.

He carried off Monsieur Douaille for a short ride in his automobile, but was forced to leave his daughter and Lady Weybourne alone. Draconmeyer, who had been awaiting his opportunity, remained by Lady Hunterleys' side. "I wonder," he asked, "whether you would step in for a few minutes and see Linda?" She had been looking at the table where her husband and his companion had been seated.

"Why, man alive, he is on our hooks already! Be at rest, my friend. The affair is half arranged. It remains only with us to deal with one man." Draconmeyer's eyes sparkled beneath his spectacles. A slow smile crept over his white face. "You are right," he agreed. "That man is best out of the way. If he and Douaille should meet " "They shall not meet," Selingman thundered.

There are richer prizes across the Atlantic, richer prizes from every point of view." "You mentioned South Africa," Monsieur Douaille murmured. Selingman shrugged his shoulders. "South Africa will make no nation rich," he replied. "Her own people are too stubborn and powerful, too rooted to the soil."

"It concerns the affair in which we are interested. Linger over your coffee and I will return." Mr. Simpson nodded and Hunterleys left the restaurant with Felicia. His wife, at whom he glanced for a moment, kept her head averted. She was whispering in the ear of the gallant Monsieur Douaille. Selingman, catching Draconmeyer's eye, winked at him solemnly.

At the sight of Hunterleys he will take alarm. He will be like a frightened bird, all ruffled feathers. He will never settle down to a serious discussion. Hunterleys knows this. That is why he presents himself without reserve in public, why he is surrounded with Secret Service men of his own country, all on the qui vive for the coming of Douaille." "It appears tolerably certain," Mr.

But to-night," he added, taking another huge bite from his sandwich, "to-night nothing of that sort is intended. Draconmeyer and I have an idea. Mr. Grex is favourably inclined towards it. That idea isn't a bit of good to ourselves or any one else unless Monsieur Douaille here shares our point of view. Here we are, then, all met together let us hope for a week or two's enjoyment.

He was suddenly immensely serious. He struck the palm of one hand a great blow with his clenched fist. "Why is it that no one in the world understands," he cried, "what Germany wants? I tell you, Monsieur Douaille, that we don't hate your country. We love it. We crowd to Paris. We expand there. It is the holiday place of every good German. Who wants a ruined France? Not we!

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