Lucille has been badly treated years ago, and she has a perfect right to seek any consolation she may find. The old fashioned ideas, thank goodness, do not hold any longer amongst us. It is not necessary to tie yourself for life to a man in order to procure a little diversion."
"I will not pretend to misunderstand you, Lady Carey," he said gravely, "but I must decline to discuss the Countess of Radantz in connection with such matters."
"Oh, come!" she declared impatiently; "remember that I am her friend. Yours is quite the proper attitude, but with me it doesn't matter. Now I am going to ask you a plain question. Had You any engagement with Lucille to-night?"
She watched him mercilessly. He was colouring like a boy. Lady Carey's thin lips curled. She had no sympathy with such amateurish love-making. Nevertheless, his embarrassment was a great relief to her.
"She promised to be here," he answered stiffly.
"Everything depends upon your being honest with me," she continued.
"You will see from my question that I know. Was there not something said about supper at your rooms before or after the dance?"
"I cannot discuss this matter with you or any living person," he answered. "If you know so much why ask me?"
Lady Carey could have shaken the man, but she restrained herself.
"It is sufficient!" she declared. "What I cannot understand is why you are here - when Lucille is probably awaiting for you at your rooms."
He started from his chair as though he had been shot.
"What do you mean?" he exclaimed. "She was to - "
He stopped short. Lady Carey shrugged her shoulders.
"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.
"Well, we are going to see," she said coolly. "Tell the man to call a hansom."
They drove almost in silence through the Square to Pall Mall.
Brott leaped out onto the pavement directly the cab pulled up.
"I will wait here," Lady Carey said. "I only want to know that Lucille is safe."
He disappeared, and she sat forward in the cab drumming idly with her forefingers upon the apron. In a few minutes he came back.
His appearance was quite sufficient. He was very pale. The change in him was so ludicrous that she laughed.
"Get in," she said. "I am going round to Dorset House. We must find out if we can what has become of her."
He obeyed without comment. At Dorset House Lady Carey summoned the Duchess's own maid.
"Marie," she said, "you were attending upon the Countess Radantz to-night?"
"Yes, my lady."
"At what time did she leave?"
"At about, eleven, my lady."
"Alone?"
"Yes, my lady."
Lady Carey looked steadily at the girl.
"Did she take anything with her?"
The girl hesitated. Lady Carey frowned.
"It must be the truth, remember, Marie."
"Certainly, my lady! She took her small dressing-case."
Lady Carey set her teeth hard. Then with a movement of her head she dismissed the maid. She walked restlessly up and down the room. Then she stopped short with a hard little laugh.
"If I give way like this," she murmured, "I shall be positively hideous, and after all, if she was there it was not possible for him - "
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. "She has a shocking headache and has gone to bed. As a matter of fact, I believe that she was expecting to hear from you."
"Impossible!" he answered shortly. He was beginning to distrust this woman.
"Never mind. You can make it up with her to-morrow. I was foolish to be anxious about her at all. Are you coming in again?"
They were at Carmarthen House. He handed her out.
"No, thanks! If you will allow me I will wish you good-night."
She made her way into the ball-room, and found the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer, who was just leaving.
"Do you know where Lucille is she asked.
He looked up at her sharply. "Where?"
"At the Carlton Hotel-with him."
He rose to his feet with slow but evil promptitude. His face just then was very unlike the face of an angel. Lady Carey laughed aloud.
"Poor man," she said mockingly. "It is always the same when you and Souspennier meet."
He set his teeth.
"This time," he muttered, "I hold the trumps."
She pointed at the clock. It was nearly four. "She was there at eleven," she remarked drily.
