His face was like a carved stone image, from which the life had wholly gone.
"Her husband--in name only, let me tell you, is the Mr.Sabin with whom we had supper this evening." "Great God!" "Their marriage had strange features in it which are not my concern, or even yours," the Prince said deliberately.

"The truth is, that they have not lived together for years, they never will again, for their divorce proceedings would long ago have been concluded but for the complications arising from the difference between the Hungarian and the American laws.
Here, without doubt, is the reason why the Countess has hesitated to pledge her word directly." "It is wonderful," Brott said slowly.

"But it explains everything." There was a loud knock at the door.

The secretary appeared upon the threshold.

Behind him was a tall, slim young man in traveling costume.
"The King's messenger!" Brott exclaimed, rising to his feet..