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Is the one honest and the other a thief? You smug hypocrite!" Arnold was silent for a moment. It flashed into his mind that here, from the other side, came very nearly the same doctrine as Sabatini had preached to him across his rose-shaded dining table. "It is too late to argue with you, Isaac," he said, pleasantly. "Besides, I think that you and I are too far apart.
Starling looked around him with the helpless air of a trapped animal. Arnold sat there, listening and watching, completely fascinated. There was something which made him shiver about the imperturbability, not only of Sabatini himself, but of the woman who sat by his side. Sabatini poured himself out a glass of wine deliberately.
"I can tell you where to find Isaac Lalonde, if you wish." Arnold's little exclamation was one almost of dismay. "You know?" he cried. "Naturally," Sabatini admitted. "You have a tender conscience, my young friend, and a very limited knowledge of the great necessities of the world. You think that a man like Isaac Lalonde has no real place in a wholesome state of society.
Can I drop you anywhere?" Arnold shook his head. "Thank you," he said, "I must go straight back to the office. I will take the tube from the corner." Sabatini escorted his guest to the door. As they stood there together, looking down into the quiet street, he laid his hand upon the young man's shoulder.
She had ceased to tremble now and her own appearance was becoming more natural. "If one had but a man's nerve!" she murmured. "Dear Andrea, you make me very much ashamed. Yet this is serious surely it is very serious?" Arnold had withdrawn as far as possible out of hearing, but Sabatini beckoned him forward. "You are missing the ballet," he said. "You must take the front chair there.
"I have a great regard for Count Sabatini," he declared, "a great regard, but there are some of his friends very many of them, in fact whose presence here I could dispense with. That man is one of them. Do you know where he was a few nights ago, Miss Lalonde?" She shook her head. "In prison," Mr. Weatherley said, impressively; "arrested on a serious charge." Her eyes asked him a question.
"If you want to get past, you had better take one of the turnings to the left." "My destination is just here," Sabatini replied. "Tell me, what is the cause of this disturbance?" "Some of our men have gone to make an arrest in the street there, sir," the inspector replied, "and we are having some trouble." "Is it the man Isaac Lalonde whom you are after?" Sabatini asked.
I passed a good many of my evenings with a Spanish lady, named Sabatini, who gave 'tertullas' or assemblies, frequented chiefly by fifth-rate literary men. I also visited the Duke of Medina-Sidonia, a well-read and intelligent man, to whom I had been presented by Don Domingo Varnier, one of the gentlemen of the king's chamber, whom I had met at Mengs's house.
"I am driven to make guesses all the time. Why does Mr. Starling look so much like an unwilling and impatient guest? And where is the castle of the Count Sabatini which has no roof?" Lady Blennington sighed. "This table is much too small for us to indulge in scandal," she replied. "It really is such a pity.
There was a faint atmosphere of cigarette smoke, the whole apartment was impregnated by an intensely liveable atmosphere. The glowing face of a celebrated Parisian danseuse laughed at him from over the mantelpiece. Arnold was engaged in examining it when Sabatini entered. "A thousand apologies, my dear Mr. Chetwode," he said softly. "I see you pass your time pleasantly.
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