I demand my release." The Prince was silent for a moment.
"You are in a great hurry, Lucille," he said.
"What if I am!" she replied fiercely.

"Do you suppose that this life of lies and deceit is pleasant to me?
Do you suppose that it is a pleasant task to lure a brave man on to his ruin ?" The Prince raised his eyebrows.
"Come," he said, "you can have no sympathy with Reginald Brott, the sworn enemy of our class, a Socialist, a demagogue who would parcel out our lands in allotments, a man who has pledged himself to nothing more nor less than a revolution." "The man's views are hateful enough," she answered, "but he is in earnest, and however misguided he may be there is something noble in his unselfishness, in his, steady fixedness of purpose." The Prince's face indicated his contempt.
"Such men," he declared, "are only fit to be crushed like vermin under foot.

In any other country save England we should have dealt with him differently." "This is all beside the question," she declared.

"My task was to prevent his becoming Prime Minister, and I have succeeded." The Prince gave vent to a little gesture of dissent.

"Your task," he said, "went a little farther than that.