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〃You are an ambassador！〃 he said。
The young man shook his head。
〃You magnify my position；〃 he declared。 〃My errand is done when I
remind you that it is many years since you visited Paris； that
Vienna is as fascinating a city as ever； and Pesth a few hours
journey beyond。 But London … no； London is not possible for you。
After the seventh day from this London would be worse than
impossible。〃
Mr。 Sabin smoked thoughtfully for a few moments。
〃Lord Robert；〃 he said； 〃I have； I believe； the right of a personal
appeal。 I desire to make it。〃
Lord Robert looked positively distressed。
〃My dear sir；〃 he said； 〃the right of appeal； any right of any
sort； belongs only to those within the circle。〃
〃Exactly；〃 Mr。 Sabin agreed。 〃I claim to belong there。〃
Lord Roberts shrugged his shoulders。
〃You force me to remind you；〃 he said； 〃of a certain decree … a
decree of expulsion passed five years ago； and of which I presume
due notification was given to you。〃
Mr。 Sabin shook his head very slowly。
〃I deny the legality of that decree；〃 he said。 〃There can be no
such thing as expulsion。〃
〃There was Lefanu；〃 Lord Robert murmured。
〃He died；〃 Mr。 Sabin answered。 〃That was reasonable enough。〃
〃Your services had been great；〃 Lord Robert said； 〃and your fault
was but venial。〃
〃Nevertheless；〃 Mr。 Sabin said； 〃the one was logical； the other is
not。〃
〃You claim； then；〃 the young man said； 〃to be still within the
circle？〃
〃Certainly！〃
〃You are aware that this is a very dangerous claim？〃
Mr。 Sabin smiled； but he said nothing。 Lord Robert hastened to
excuse himself。
〃I beg your pardon；〃 he said。 〃I should have known better than
to have used such a word to you。 Permit me to take my leave。〃
Mr。 Sabin rose。
〃I thank you； sir；〃 he said； 〃for the courteous manner in which you
have discharged your mission。〃
Lord Robert bowed。
〃My good wishes；〃 he said； 〃are yours。〃
Mr。 Sabin when alone called Duson to him。
〃Have you any report to make； Duson？〃 he asked。
〃None； sir！〃
Mr。 Sabin dismissed him impatiently。
〃After all； I am getting old。 He is young and he is strong … a
worthy antagonist。 Come； let us see what this little volume has
to say about him。〃
He turned over the pages rapidly and read aloud。
〃Reginald Cyril Brott； born 18 … ； son of John Reginald Brott； Esq。；
of Manchester。 Educated at Harrow and Merton College； Cambridge；
M。A。； LL。D。； and winner of the Rudlock History Prize。 Also tenth
wrangler。 Entered the diplomatic service on leaving college； and
served as junior attache at Vienna。〃
Mr。 Sabin laid down the volume； and made a little calculation。 At
the end of it he had made a discovery。 His face was very white
and set。
〃I was at Petersburg；〃 he muttered。 〃Now I think of it； I heard
something of a young English attache。 But … 〃
He touched the bell。
〃Duson； a carriage！〃
At Camperdown House he learned that Helene was out … shopping； the
hall porter believed。 Mr。 Sabin drove slowly down Bond Street； and
was rewarded by seeing her brougham outside a famous milliner's。 He
waited for her upon the pavement。 Presently she came out and smiled
her greetings upon him。
〃You were waiting for me？〃 she asked。
〃I saw your carriage。〃
〃How delightful of you。 Let me take you back to luncheon。〃
He shook his head。
〃I am afraid；〃 he said； 〃that I should be poor company。 May I
drive home with you； at any rate； when you have finished？〃
〃Of course you may； and for luncheon we shall be quite alone； unless
somebody drops in。〃
He took his seat beside her in the carriage。 〃Helene；〃 he said； 〃I
am interested in Mr。 Brott。 No； don't look at me like that。 You
need have no fear。 My interest is in him as a man； and not as a
politician。 The other days are over and done with now。 I am on
the defensive and hard pressed。〃
Her face was bright with sympathy。 She forgot everything except her
old admiration for him。 In the clashing of their wills the victory
had remained with her。 And as for those things which he had done；
the cause at least had been a great one。 Her happiness had come to
her through him。 She bore him no grudge for that fierce opposition
which； after all； had been fruitless。
〃I believe you； UNCLE；〃 she said affectionately。 〃If I can help
you in any way I will。〃
〃This Mr。 Brott！ He goes very little into society； I believe。〃
〃Scarcely ever；〃 she answered。 〃He came to us because my husband
is one of the few Radical peers。〃
〃You have not heard of any recent change in him … in this respect？〃
〃Well； I did hear Wolfendon chaffing him the other day about
somebody；〃 she said。 〃Oh； I know。 He has been going often to the
Duchess of Dorset's。 He is such an ultra Radical； you know； and
the Dorsets are fierce Tories。 Wolfendon says it is a most unwise
thing for a good Radical who wants to retain the confidence of the
people to be seen about with a Duchess。〃
〃The Duchess of Dorset；〃 Mr。 Sabin remarked； 〃must be； well … a
middle…aged woman。〃
Helene laughed。
〃She is sixty if she is a day。 But I daresay she herself is not
the attraction。 There is a very beautiful woman staying with her
… the Countess Radantz。 A Hungarian； I believe。〃
Mr。 Sabin sat quite still。 His face was turned away from Helene。
She herself was smiling out of the window at some acquaintances。
〃I wonder if there is anything more that I can tell you？〃 she asked
presently。
He turned towards her with a faint smile。
〃You have told me；〃 he said； 〃all that I want to know。〃
She was struck by the change in his face； the quietness of his tone
was ominous。
〃Am I meant to understand？〃 she said dubiously 〃because I don't in
the least。 It seems to me that have told you nothing。 I cannot
imagine what Mr。 Brott and you have in common。〃
〃If your invitation to lunch still holds good；〃 he said； 〃may I
accept it？ Afterwards； if you can spare me a few minutes I will
make things quite clear to you。
She laughed。
〃You will find；〃 she declared； 〃that I shall leave you little peace
for luncheon。 I am consumed with curiosity。〃
CHAPTER XV
Nevertheless； Mr。 Sabin lunched with discretion； as usual； but with
no lack of appetite。 It chanced that they were alone。 Lord
Camperdown was down in the Midlands for a day's hunting； and Helene
had ensured their seclusion from any one who might drop in by a
whispered word to the hail porter as they passed into the house。
It seemed to her that she had never found Mr。 Sabin more
entertaining； had never more appreciated his rare gift of effortless
and anecdotal conversation。 What a marvelous memory！ He knew
something of every country from the inside。 He had been brought at
various times during his long diplomatic career into contact with
most of the interesting people in the world。 He knew well how to
separate the grain from the chaff according to the tastes of his
listener。 The pathos of his present position appealed to her
irresistibly。 The possibilities of his life had been so great；
fortune had treated him always so strangely。 The greatest of his
schemes had come so near to success； the luck had turned against
him only at the very moment of fruition。 Helene felt very kindly
towards her UNCLE as she led him； after luncheon； to a quiet corner
of the winter garden； where a servant had already arranged a table
with coffee and liqueurs and cigarettes。 Unscrupulous all his life；
there had been an element of greatness in all his schemes。 Even
his failures had been magnificent； for his successes he himself had
seldom reaped the reward。 And now in the autumn of his days she
felt dimly that he was threatened with some evil thing against which
he stood at bay single…handed； likely perhaps to be overpowered。
For there was something in his face just now which was strange to her。
〃Helene；〃 he said quietly； 〃I suppose that you； who knew nothing of
me till you left school； have looked upon me always as a selfish；
passionless creature … a weaver of plots； perhaps sometimes a
dreamer of dreams； but a person wholly self…centred； always
self…engrossed？〃
She shook her head。
〃Not selfish！〃 she objected。 〃No； I ne