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"Oh, written you or something, I suppose!" she exclaimed. "Trust an Englishman for bungling a love affair. All I can tell you is that she left Dorset House in a hansom without the others, and said some thing about having supper with some friends." Brott sprang to his feet and took a quick step towards the exit. "It is not possible!" he exclaimed. She took his arm. He almost dragged her along.
His letter is abject. He gives himself away. It is an entreaty. And your answer?" "Has not yet gone," Brott said. "You shall write it yourself if you like. I am thankful that you came when you did." "You were hesitating?" Grahame exclaimed. "I was." Grahame looked at him in wonder, and Brott faced him sturdily. "It seems like treason to you, Grahame!" he said. "So it does to me now.
Brott answered, with a smile, "I am afraid outside the pale of your consideration in this respect. We are both Radicals." Mr. Sabin lit another cigarette and glanced once more at the clock. "A Radical peer!" he remarked. "Isn't that rather an anomaly? The principles of Radicalism and aristocracy seem so divergent." "Yet," Mr. Brott said, "they are not wholly irreconcilable.
You must speak at Manchester and Birmingham within this week. Glasgow is already preparing for you. Everything and everybody waits for your judgment. Good God, man, it's magnificent! Where's your enthusiasm? Within a month you must be Prime Minister, and we will show the world the way to a new era." Brott sat quite still. His friend's words had stirred him for the moment.
I have a hansom waiting, and your luggage is on." Brott answered nothing. Lucille held out her hands to him. "Yes or no?" he asked her in a low hoarse tone. "You must give me time! I don't want to lose you. He caught up his coat. "Coming, Grahame," he said firmly. "Countess, I must beg your pardon ten thousand times for this abrupt departure. My servants will call your carriage."
She stopped short, and suddenly tearing the handkerchief which she had been carrying into shreds threw the pieces upon the floor, and stamped upon them. Then she laughed shortly, and turned towards the door. "Now I must go and get rid of that poor fool outside," she said. "What a bungler!" Brott was beside himself with impatience. "Lucille is here," she announced, stepping in beside him.
He had all the appearance of being a man desperately in earnest. "I have always considered myself one," Brott answered. "I am beginning to doubt, however, whether the Countess holds me in the same estimation." "You found her hysterical, unreasonable, overwrought!" the Prince exclaimed. "That is so, eh?" The Prince drew a long breath. "Brott," he said, "I am forced to confide in you.
I want nothing in the future to come between us," he continued more slowly, "and I should like if I can to expunge the memory of this interview. And so I am going to tell you the truth." Grahame held out his hand. "Don't!" he said. "I can forget without." Brott shook his head. "No," he said. "You had better understand everything. The halfpenny press told the truth. Yet only half the truth.
The Prince touched Brott on the arm. "Will you come round to the club, and take a hand at bridge?" he said. Brott laughed shortly. "I imagine," he said, "that I should be an embarrassing guest to you just now at, say the Mallborough, or even at the St. James. I believe the aristocracy are looking forward to the possibility of my coming into power with something like terror."
They were soldiers of a union whose interests were all opposed to those of St. Cloud, so they were looking on, waiting to see if the great need of a paper would not compel their neighbors to pay tribute to their union. Mr. Brott asked me if I would take charge of a paper and take town lots for a salary. I told him I was an abolitionist.
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