Lucille had indeed all the appearance of a woman thoroughly at peace with the world and herself.

Brott was talking to her in smothered and eager undertones.

The Prince was waiting for an opportunity to intervene.

Mr.Sabin looked into Brott's white strong face, and was thoughtful.
"It is a great power--the power of my sex," Lady Carey continued, with a faint, subtle smile.

"A word from Lucille, and the history book of the future must be differently written." "She will not speak that word," Mr.Sabin said.