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 hall 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.