She treat my brother very bad too. My brother is Count Pateroff. We have been put to, oh, such expenses for her! It have nearly ruined me. I make a journey to your London here altogether for her. Then, for her, I go down to that accursed little island what you call it? where she insult me. Oh, all my time is gone.

Whence had he learned the address in Bloomsbury Square? To that last question he had no difficulty in finding an answer. Of course he must have heard it from Lady Ongar. Count Pateroff had now left London. Had he gone to Ongar Park? Harry Clavering's mind was instantly filled with suspicion, and he became jealous in spite of Florence Burton.

But in doing this she would be careful to make Sophie understand that Bolton Street was to be closed against her for ever afterward. With neither Count Pateroff nor his sister would she ever again willingly place herself in contact. It was dark as she entered the house the walk out, her delay there, and her return having together occupied her three hours.

He cannot be a man " "Man or devil, what matters which he be? Which is the worst, Harry, and what is the difference? The Fausts of this day want no Mephistopheles to teach them guile or to harden their hearts." "I do not believe that there are such men. There may be one." "One, Harry! What was Lord Ongar? What is your cousin Hugh? What is this Count Pateroff?

Even with Doodle's aid he could not have a chance in the race. But when Count Pateroff entered himself for the same prize, those who knew him would not speak of his failure as a thing certain. The prize was too great not to be attempted by so very prudent a gentleman.

She had, therefore, said very little in return to the lady's eloquence, answering the letter on that matter very vaguely; but, having a purpose of her own, had begged that Count Pateroff might be asked to call upon Harry Clavering. Count Pateroff did not feel himself to care very much about Harry Clavering, but wishing to do as he was bidden, did leave his card in Bloomsbury Square.

Then she sat down, and, having rung the bell, she ordered tea. "There seems to be something very odd with you," said Sophie. "I do not quite understand you." "When did you see your brother last?" Lady Ongar asked. "My brother?" "Yes, Count Pateroff. When did you see him last?" "Why do you want to know?" "Well, it does not signify, as of course you will not tell me.

Of course I declined. But I write on purpose to tell you that I have begged Count Pateroff to see you. I have not seen him, but I have had to write to him about things that happened in Florence. He has come to England chiefly with reference to the affairs of Lord Ongar. I want you to hear his story.

"No, not with me; I do not live in Mount Street. I have my address sometimes at her house." "Madame Gordeloup?" "Yes, Madame Gordeloup. She is Lady Ongar's friend. She will talk to you." "Will you introduce me, Count Pateroff?" "Oh, no; it is not necessary. You can go to Mount Street, and she will be delighted. There is the card. And now we will smoke."

There was joy for a moment at her heart; but she must not show it not as yet. She had been but four months a widow, and he should not have come to her in the country. She must see him and in some way make him understand this but she would be very gentle with him. Then her eye fell upon the card, and she saw, with grievous disappointment, that it bore the name of Count Pateroff.