“I claim your aid towards the overthrowing of the usurping House of Brangaza and the restoration to power in Spain of my own line.”
Sogrange was silent for several moments. Peter was leaning forward in his place, deeply interested. Decidedly, this American trip seemed destined to lead towards events!
“Our active aid towards such an end,” Sogrange said at last, “is impossible. The Society of the Double-Four does not interfere in the domestic policy of other nations for the sake of individual members.”
“Then let me ask you why I find you upon this steamer?” Mr. Fanshawe demanded, in a tone of suppressed excitement. “Is it for the sea voyage that you and your friend the Baron de Grost cross the Atlantic this particular week, on the same steamer as myself, as Mr. Sirdeller, and—and the Duchesse? One does not believe in such coincidences! One is driven to conclude that it is your intention to interfere.”
“The affair almost demands our interference,” Sogrange replied, smoothly. “With every due respect to you, Prince, there are great interests involved in this move of yours.”
The Prince was a big man, but for all his large features and bearded face his expression was the expression of a peevish and passionate child. He controlled himself with an effort.
“Marquis,” he said, “this is necessary—I say that it is necessary that we conclude an alliance.”
Sogrange nodded approvingly.
“It is well spoken,” he said, “but remember—the Baron de Grost represents England and the English interests of our Society.”
The Prince of Marsine’s face was not pleasant to look upon.