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She flung him a careless nod from the window. The Prince remained on the pavement until after the little brougham had driven away. Then he smiled softly to himself as he turned to follow it. "No!" he said. "I think not! I think that she will not get our good friend Souspennier. We shall see!" A barely furnished man's room, comfortable, austere, scholarly.
Sabin said, "at four o'clock, the Duchess of Souspennier, whose picture I will presently show you, left the Holland House Hotel for the New York, New Haven & Hartford Depot, presumably for her home at Lenox, to which place her baggage had already been checked. On the way she ordered the cabman to set her down at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel, which he did at a few minutes past four.
If you will permit me I will call upon you." "Won't you join us?" Lord Camperdown asked courteously. "We are only a small party the Portuguese Ambassador and his wife, the Duke of Medchester, and Stanley Phillipson." Mr. Sabin rose at once. "I shall be delighted," he said. Lord Camperdown hesitated for a moment. "I present Monsieur le Due de Souspennier, I presume?" he remarked, smiling. Mr.
He asked for Lucille, but was shown at once into the library, where the Duke was awaiting him. Then Mr. Sabin knew that something had happened. The Duke extended his hand solemnly. "My dear Souspennier," he said, "I am glad to see you. I was in fact on the point of despatching a messenger to your hotel." "I am glad," Mr. Sabin remarked, "that my visit is opportune.
Herbert Daikeith stood at her elbow. "Lady Carey," he said, "they're all gone but the mater and I. Forgive my interrupting you," he added hastily. "You can go on, Herbert," she added. "The Duc de Souspennier will bring me." Mr. Sabin, who had no intention of doing anything of the sort, turned towards the young man with a smile.
He has been all his life devoted to one cause." "And that?" Brott asked. "The restoration of the monarchy to France. He, as you of course know, is the Duc de Souspennier, the sole living member in the direct line of one of the most ancient and historical houses in England. My friend," he added, turning to Mr. Sabin, "you have stolen a march upon us.
"On the contrary," he said, "I do not blame you at all for this last affair. You brought Lucille here, which was excellent. Your failure as regards Mr. Sabin is scarcely to be fastened upon you. It is Horser whom we hold responsible for that." She laughed. "Poor Horser! It was rather rough to pit a creature like that against Souspennier." The man shrugged his shoulders.
"Horser," he said, "may not be brilliant, but he had a great organisation at his back. Souspennier was without friends or influence. The contest should scarcely have been so one-sided. To tell you the truth, my dear Muriel, I am more surprised that you yourself should have found the task beyond you." Lady Carey's face darkened.
"You will see that the two anonymous communications which I have received since arriving in New York yesterday are written in the same manner." Mr. Sabin handed him the other two letters, which Mr. Skinner carefully perused. "I guess you'd better tell me who you are," he suggested. "I am the husband of the Duchess of Souspennier," Mr. Sabin answered. "The Duchess send any word home at all?" Mr.
But I won't have Souspennier harmed. You understand?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Souspennier," he said, "must take care. If he oversteps the bounds he must pay the penalty." She leaned forward. There was a look in her face which he knew very well. "You and I understand one another," she said coolly. "If you want me for an enemy you can have me.
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