CHAPTER XVI.
Mr.Brott and Mr.Sabin dined together--not, as it happened, at the House of Commons, but at the former's club in Pall Mall.

For Mr.Sabin it was not altogether an enjoyable meal.

The club was large, gloomy and political; the cooking was exactly of that order which such surroundings seemed to require.

Nor was Mr.Brott a particularly brilliant host.

Yet his guest derived a certain amount of pleasure from the entertainment, owing to Brott's constant endeavours to bring the conversation round to Lucille.
"I find," he said, as they lit their cigarettes, "that I committed an indiscretion the other day at Camperdown House!" Mr.Sabin assumed the puzzled air of one endeavouring to pin down an elusive memory.
"Let me see," he murmured doubtfully.