d all the earnestness I know, Lucille remains elusive. If I
choose for her side--she promises me--reward. But it is vague to me. I
don't, I can't understand! I want her for my wife, I want her for the
rest of my life--nothing else. Tell me, is there any barrier to this?
There are no complications in her life which I do not know of? I want
your assurance. I want her promise. You understand me?"

"Yes, I understand you," the Prince said gravely. "I understand more
than you do. I understand Lucille's position."

Brott leaned forward with bright eyes.

"Ah!"

"Lucille, the Countess of Radantz, is at the present moment a married
woman."

Brott was speechless. His face was like a carved stone image, from which
the life had wholly gone.

"Her husband--in name only, let me tell you, is the Mr. Sabin with whom
we had supper this evening."

"Great God!"

"Their marriage had strange features in it which are not my concern, or
even yours," the Prince said deliberately. "The truth is, that they have
not lived together for years, they never will again, for their divorce
proceedings would long ago have been concluded but for the complications
arising from the difference between the Hungarian and the American laws.
Here, without doubt, is the reason why the Countess has hesitated to
pledge her word directly."

"It is wonderful," Brott said slowly. "But it explains everything."

There was a loud knock at the door. The secretary appeared upon the
threshold. Behind him was a tall, slim young man in traveling costume.

"The King's messenger!" Brott exclaimed, rising to his feet.

CHAPTER XXXIV

The Prince presented himself with a low bow. Lucille had a copy of the
morning paper in her hand.

"I congratulate you, Countess," he said. "You progress admirably. It is
a great step gained."

Lucille, who was looking pale and nervous, regarded him with anxiety.

"A step! But it is everything. If these rumours are true, he refuses
the attempt to form a Cabinet. He takes a subordinate position under
Letheringham. Every paper this morning says that if this is so his
political career is over. It is true, is it not?"

"It is a great gain," the Prince said slowly.

"But it is everything," Lucille declared, with a rising note of passion
in her tone. "It was my task. It is accomplished. I demand my release."

The Prince was silent for a moment.

"You are in a great hurry, Lucille," he said.

"What if I am!" she replied fierc