“You are an adorable husband!”
“I should like,” he said, “a better opportunity to prove it!”
“Let us hope,” she murmured, “that our separation is nearly over. I shall appeal to the Prince to-night. My remaining at Dorset House is no longer necessary.”
“I shall come,” he said, “and demand you in person.”
She shook her head.
“No! They would not let you in, and it would make it more difficult. Be patient a little longer.”
He came and sat by her side. She leaned over to meet his embrace.
“You make patience,” he murmured, “a torture!”
Mr. Sabin walked home to his rooms late in the afternoon, well content on the whole with his day. He was in no manner prepared for the shock which greeted him on entering his sitting-room. Duson was leaning back in his most comfortable easy-chair.