〃The　Duke　of　Souspennier！　　He　takes　himself　so　seriously　that　he
  even　travels　incognito。　　At　the　hotel　he　calls　himself　Mr。　Sabin。〃
  〃Indeed！〃
  〃I　wondered　whether　you　might　not　know　him？〃
  〃Yes；　I　know　him。〃
  〃And　in　connection　with　this　man；〃　Brott　continued；　〃I　have
  something　in　the　nature　of　a　confession　to　make。　　I　forgot　for
  a　moment　your　request。　　I　even　mentioned　your　name。〃
  The　pallor　had　spread　to　her　cheeks；　even　to　her　lips。　　Yet　her
  eyes　were　soft　and　brilliant；　so　brilliant　that　they　fascinated　him。
  〃What　did　he　say？　　What　did　he　ask？〃
  〃He　asked　for　your　address。　　Don't　be　afraid。　　I　made　some　excuse。
  I　did　not　give　it。〃
  For　the　life　of　him　he　could　not　tell　whether　she　was　pleased　or
  disappointed。　　She　had　turned　her　shoulder　to　him。　　She　was　looking
  steadily　out　of　the　window；　and　he　could　not　see　her　face。
  〃Why　are　you　curious　about　him？〃　she　asked。
  〃I　wish　I　knew。　　I　think　only　because　he　came　from　Lenox。〃
  She　turned　her　face　slowly　round　towards　him。　　He　was　astonished　to
  see　the　dark　rings　under　her　eyes；　the　weariness　of　her　smile。
  〃The　Duke　of　Souspennier；〃　she　said　slowly；　〃is　an　old　and　a　dear
  friend　of　mine。　　When　you　tell　me　that　he　is　in　London　I　am　anxious
  because　there　are　many　here　who　are　not　his　friends　…　who　have　no
  cause　to　love　him。〃
  〃I　was　wrong　then；〃　he　said；　〃not　to　give　him　your　address。〃
  〃You　were　right；〃　she　answered。　　〃I　am　anxious　that　he　should　not
  know　it。　　You　will　remember　this？〃　　He　rose　and　bowed　over　her　hand。
  〃This　has　been　a　selfish　interlude；〃　he　said。　　〃I　have　destroyed
  your　rest；　and　I　almost　fear　that　I　have　also　disturbed　your　peace
  of　mind。　　Let　me　take　my　leave　and　pray　that　you　may　recover　both。〃
  She　shook　her　head。
  〃Do　not　leave　me；〃　she　said。　　〃I　am　low…spirited。　　You　shall　stay
  and　cheer　me
  There　was　a　light　in　his　eyes　which　few　people　would　have　recognised。
  She　rose　with　a　little　laugh　and　stood　leaning　towards　the　fire；　her
  elbow　upon　the　broad　mantel；　tall；　graceful；　alluring。　　Her　soft
  crimson　gown；　with　its　wealth　of　old　lace；　fell　around　her　in　lines
  and　curves　full　of　grace。　　The　pallor　of　her　face　was　gone　now　…　the
  warmth　of　the　fire　burned　her　cheeks。　　Her　voice　became　softer。
  〃Sit　down　and　talk　to　me；〃　she　murmured。　　〃Do　you　remember　the　old
  days；　when　you　were　a　very　timid　young　secretary　of　Sir　George
  Nomsom；　and　I　was　a　maid…of…honour　at　the　Viennese　Court？　　Dear
  me；　how　you　have　changed！〃
  〃Time；〃　he　said；　〃will　not　stand　still　for　all　of　us。　　Yet　my　memory
  tells　me　how　possible　it　would　be　…　for　indeed　those　days　seem　but
  as　yesterday。〃
  He　looked　up　at　her　with　a　sudden　jealousy。　　His　tone　shook　with
  passion。　　No　one　would　have　recognised　Brott　now。　　In　his　fiercest
  hour　of　debate；　his　hour　of　greatest　trial；　he　had　worn　his　mask；
  always　master　of　himself　and　his　speech。　　And　now　he　had　cast　it
  off。　　His　eyes　were　hungry；　his　lips　twitched。
  〃As　yesterday！　　Lucille；　I　could　kill　you　when　I　think　of　those
  days。　　For　twenty　years　your　kiss　has　lain　upon　my　lips　…　and　you
  …　with　you　…　it　has　been　different。〃
  She　laughed　softly　upon　him；　laughed　more　with　her　eyes　than　with
  her　lips。　　She　watched　him　curiously。
  〃Dear　me！〃　she　murmured；　〃what　would　you　have？　　I　am　a　woman　…　I
  have　been　a　woman　all　my　days；　and　the　memory　of　one　kiss　grows　cold。
  So　I　will　admit　that　with　me　…　it　has　been　different。　　Come！　　What
  then？〃
  He　groaned。
  〃I　wonder；〃　he　said；　〃what　miserable　fate；　what　cursed　stroke　of
  fortune　brought　you　once　more　into　my　life？〃
  She　threw　her　head　back　and　laughed　at　him；　this　time　heartily；
  unaffectedly。
  〃What　adorable　candour！〃　she　exclaimed。　　〃My　dear　friend；　how
  amiable　you　are。〃
  He　looked　at　her　steadfastly；　and　somehow　the　laugh　died　away　from
  her　lips。
  〃Lucille；　will　you　marry　me？〃
  〃Marry　you？　　I？　　Certainly　not。〃
  〃And　why　not？〃
  〃For　a　score　of　reasons；　if　you　want　them；〃　she　answered。　　〃First；
  because　I　think　it　is　delightful　to　have　you　for　a　friend。　　I　can
  never　quite　tell　what　you　are　going　to　do　or　say。　　As　a　husband　I
  am　almost　sure　that　you　would　be　monotonous。　　But　then；　how　could
  you　avoid　it？　　It　is　madness　to　think　of　destroying　a　pleasant
  friendship　in　such　a　manner。〃
  〃You　are　mocking　me；〃　he　said　sadly。
  〃Well；〃　she　said；　〃why　not？　　Your　own　proposal　is　a　mockery。
  〃A　mockery！　　My　proposal！〃
  〃Yes；〃　she　answered　steadily。　　〃You　know　quite　well　that　the　very
  thought　of　such　a　thing　between　you　and　me　is　an　absurdity。　　I
  abhor　your　politics；　I　detest　your　party。　　You　are　ambitious；　I
  know。　　You　intend　to　be　Prime　Minister；　a　people's　Prime　Minister。
  Well；　for　my　part；　I　hate　the　people。　　I　am　an　aristocrat。　　As
  your　wife　I　should　be　in　a　perfectly　ridiculous　position。　　How
  foolish！　　You　have　led　me　into　talking　of　this　thing　seriously。
  Let　us　forget　all　this　rubbish。〃
  He　stood　before　her　…　waiting　patiently；　his　mouth　close　set；　his
  manner　dogged　with　purpose。
  〃It　is　not　rubbish；〃　he　said。　　〃It　is　true　that　I　shall　be　Prime
  Minister。　　It　is　true　also　that　you　will　be　my　wife。〃
  She　shrank　back　from　him　…　uneasily。　　The　fire　in　his　eyes；　the
  ring　in　his　tone　distressed　her。
  〃As　for　my　politics；　you　do　not　understand　them。　　But　you　shall！　　I
  will　convert　you　to　my　way　of　thinking。　　Yes；　I　will　do　that。　　The
  cause　of　the　people；　of　freedom；　is　the　one　great　impulse　which
  beats　through　all　the　world。　　You　too　shall　hear　it。〃
  〃Thank　you；〃　she　said。　　〃I　have　no　wish　to　hear　it。　I　do　not　believe
  in　what　you　call　freedom　for　the　people。　　I　have　discovered　in
  America　how　uncomfortable　a　people's　country　can　he。〃
  〃Yet　you　married　an　American。　　You　call　yourself　still　the　Countess
  Radantz　。。。　but　you　married　Mr。　James　B。　Peterson！〃
  〃It　is　true；　my　friend；〃　she　answered。　　〃But　the　American　in
  question　was　a　person　of　culture　and　intelligence；　and　at　heart　he
  was　no　more　a　democrat　than　I　am。　　Further；　I　am　an　extravagant
  woman；　and　he　was　a　millionaire。〃
  〃And　you；　after　his　death；　without　necessity　…　went　to　bury　yourself
  in　his　country。〃
  〃Why　not？〃
  〃I　am　jealous　of　every　year　of　your　life　which　lies　hidden　from　me；〃
  he　said　slowly。
  〃Dear　me　…　how　uncomfortable！〃
  〃Before　you　…　reappeared；〃　he　said；　〃I　had　learnt；　yes　I　had　learnt
  to　do　without　you。　　I　had　sealed　up　the　one　chapter　of　my　life
  which　had　in　it　anything　to　do　with　sentiment。　　Your　coming　has
  altered　all　that。　　You　have　disturbed　the　focus　of　my　ambitions。
  Lucille！　　I　have　loved　you　for　more　than　half　a　lifetime。　　Isn't　it
  time　I　had　my　reward？〃
  He　took　a　quick　step　towards　her。　　In　his　tone　was　the　ring　of
  mastery；　the　light　in　his　eyes　was　compelling。　　She　shrank　back；
  but　he　seized　one　of　her　hands。　　It　lay　between　his；　a　cold　dead
  thing。
  〃What　have　my　politics　to　do　with　it？〃　he　asked　fiercely。　　〃You　are
  not　an　Englishwoman。　　Be　content　that　I　shall　set　you　far　above
  these　gods　of　my　later　life。　　There　is　my　work　to　be　done；　and　I
  shall　do　it。　　Let　me　be　judge　of　these　things。　　Believe　me　that　it
  is　a　great　work。　　If　you　are　ambitious　…　give　your　ambitions　into
  my　keeping；　and　I　will　gratify　them。　　Only　I　cannot　bear　this
  suspense…these　changing　moods。　　Marry　me…now　at　once；　or　send　me
  back　to　the　old　life。〃
  She　drew　her　fingers　away；　and　sank　down　into　her　easy…chair。　　Her
  head　was　buried　in　her　hands。　　Was　she　thinking　or　weeping？　　He
  could　not　decide。　　While　he　hesitated　she　looked　up；　and　he　saw
  that　there　was　no　trace　of　tears　upon　her　face。
  〃You　are　too　masterful；〃　she　said　gently。　　〃I　will　not　marry　you。
  I　will　not　give　myself　body　and　soul　to　any　man。　　Yet　that　is　what
  you　ask。　　I　am　not　a　girl。　　My　opinions　are　as　dear　to　me　in　their
  way　as　yours　are　to　you。　　You　want　me　to　close　my　eyes　while　you
  drop　sugar　plums　into　my　mouth。　　That　is　not　my　idea　of　life。　　I
  think　that　you　had　better　go　away。　　Let　us　forget　these　things。〃
  〃Very　well；〃　he　answered。　　〃It　shall　be　as　you　say。〃　　He　did　not
  wait　for　her　to　ring；　nor　did　he　attempt　any　sort　of　farewell。　　He
  simply　took　up　his　hat；　and　before　she　could　realise　his　intention
  he　had　left　the　room。　　Lucille　sat　quite　still；　looking　into　the
  fire。
  〃If　only；〃　she　murmured；　〃if　only　this　were　the　end。〃
  CHAPTER　XIV
  Duson　entered　the　sitting…room；　noiseless　as　ever；　with　pale；
  passionless　face；　the　absolute　prototype　of　the　perfect　French
  servant；　to　whom　any　expression　of　vigorous　life　seems　to　savour　of　presumption。　　He　carried　a
  small　silver　salver；　on　which　reposed　a
  card。
  〃The　gentleman　is　in　the　ante…room；　sir；〃　he　announced。
  Mr。　Sabin　took　up　the　card　and　studied　it。
  〃Lord　Robert　Foulkes。〃
  〃Do　I　know　this　gentleman；　Duson？〃　Mr。　Sabin　asked。
  〃Not　to　my　knowledge；　sir；〃　the　man　answered。
  〃You　must　show　him　in；〃　Mr。　Sabin　said；　with　a　sigh。　　〃In　this
  country　one　must　never　be　rude　to　a　lord。〃
  Duson　obeyed。　　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。　Sabi