CHAPTER XXVIII.
Mr.Sabin, contrary to his usual custom, engaged a private room at the Milan.

Lucille was in the highest spirits.
"If only this were a game instead of reality!" she said, flashing a brilliant smile at him across the table, "I should find it most fascinating.

You seem to come to me always when I want you most.

And do you know, it is perfectly charming to be carried off by you in this manner." Mr.Sabin smiled at her, and there was a look in his eyes which shone there for no other woman.
"It is in effect," he said, "keeping me young.

Events seem to have enclosed us in a curious little cobweb.