And now the love of these things had gone from him.

Their fascination was powerless to quicken by a single beat his steady pulse.

Monarchy or republic--what did he care?
It was Lucille he wanted, the woman who had shown him how sweet even defeat might be, who had made these three years of his life so happy that they seemed to have passed in one delightful dream.

Were they dead, annihilated, these old ambitions, the old love of great doings, or did they only slumber?
He moved in his seat uneasily.
At Euston the two men separated with a silent handshake.

Mr.Sabin drove to one of the largest and newest of the modern hotels de luxe.