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Yet I have not received even a warning letter. I am left absolutely undisturbed." Felix looked at him thoughtfully. "And what do you deduce from this?" he asked. "I do not like it," Mr. Sabin answered drily. "After all," Felix remarked, "it is to some extent natural.
"The gods, or rather the goddesses, have helped you towards immortality." "It is," Mr. Sabin answered, "the most delicious piece of flattery I have ever heard." "Calypso," she murmured, nodding towards Lucille, "is by your side." "Really," Mr. Sabin interrupted, "I must protest. Lucille and I were married by a most respectable Episcopalian clergyman. We have documentary evidence.
"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.
Lord Robert Foulkes was a small young man, very carefully groomed, nondescript in appearance. He smiled pleasantly at Mr. Sabin and drew off his gloves. "How do you do, Mr. Sabin?" he said. "Don't remember me, I daresay. Met you once or twice last time you were in London. I wish I could say that I was glad to see you here again." Mr. Sabin's forehead lost its wrinkle. He knew where he was now.
The restaurant was still full of people, the hum of conversation almost drowning the music. Every one glanced curiously at Lady Carey, who was a famous woman. She carried herself with a certain insolent indifference, the national deportment of her sex and rank. The women whispered together that she was "very English." In the lobby she turned suddenly upon Mr. Sabin.
He stretched out his hand to the little wad of notes which Duson had left upon the table, but the cabdriver backed away. "Beg pardon, sir," he said. "You've given me plenty. The letter's of no value to me. I came very near tearing it up, but for the peculiar colour pencil it's written with. Kinder took my fancy, sir." "The letter is of value," Mr. Sabin said.
"You have not seen her since?" "No, sir!" "You knew her by sight, you say. Was there anything special about her appearance?" The man hesitated. "She'd a pretty thick veil on, sir, but she raised it to pay me, and I should say she'd been crying. She was much paler, too, than last time I drove her." "When was that?" Mr. Sabin asked. "In the spring, sir, with you, begging your pardon.
I am beginning to fear from your avoidance of the subject that there is some trouble between you and Lucille. I beg that you will set my anxiety at rest." Mr. Sabin nodded. "It is reasonable," he said. "Look here!" He turned the menu card round.
"What does monsieur require she asked, peering forward through the gloom with some suspicion. For the eightpenny dinners were the scorn of the neighbourhood, and strangers were rare in the wine shop of Emil Sachs." Mr. Sabin smiled. "One of your excellent omelettes, my good Annette," he answered, "if your hand has not lost its cunning!" She gave a little cry. "It is monsieur!" she exclaimed.
Sabin asked coolly. "I fear," the Prince said, "that it is a matter of necessity." Mr. Sabin glanced for a moment in turn at the faces of all the little company as though seeking to discover how far the attitude of his opponent met with their approval. Lady Carey's thin lips were curved in a smile, and her eyes met his mockingly. The others remained imperturbable. Last of all he looked at Lucille.
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