Lucille passed her arm through his and laughed.
“You are robbing the Prince of me,” she declared. “Let us leave him his carriage.”
She nodded her farewells to Saxe Leinitzer, who took leave of them with a low bow. As they waited at the corner for a hansom Mr. Sabin glanced back. The Prince had disappeared through the swing doors.
“I want you to promise me one thing,” Lucille said earnestly.
“It is promised,” Mr. Sabin answered.
“You will not ask me the reason of my visit to this place?”
“I have no curiosity,” Mr. Sabin answered. “Come!”
CHAPTER XXVIII
Mr. Sabin, contrary to his usual custom, engaged a private room at the Milan. Lucille was in the highest spirits.