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TheDuchessshookherhead。
“Notto-night，“sheanswered。“Itwouldnotbepossible。Genera1
DolinskiisdiningatMarlboroughHouse，andDeBroullaeisinParis。NowtellusallaboutMr。Brott。“
“HehasgonetoScotland，“Lucilleanswered。“Ihavefailed。“
LadyCareylookedupfromthedepthsofthechairinwhichshewaslounging。
“Andtheprince？“sheasked。“Hewenttomeetyou！“
“Healsofailed，“Lucilleanswered。
CHAPTERXXVII
Mr。SABINdrewalittlebreath，partlyofsatisfactionbecausehehaddiscoveredtheplacehesought，andpartlyofdisgustattheneighbourhoodinwhichhefoundhimself。Nevertheless，hedescendedthreestepsfromthecourtintowhichhehadbeendirected，andpushedopentheswingdoor，behindwhichEmilSachsannouncedhisdesiretosupplytheworldwithdinnersateightpenceandvinordinaireatfourpencethesmallbottle。
Astoutblack-eyedwomanlookedupathisentrancefrombehindthecounter。Theplacewasempty。
“Whatdoesmonsieurrequiresheasked，peeringforwardthroughthegloomwithsomesuspicion。Fortheeightpennydinnerswerethescornoftheneighbourhood，andstrangerswererareinthewineshopofEmilSachs。
Mr。Sabinsmiled。
“Oneofyourexcellentomelettes，mygoodAnnette，“heanswered，“ifyourhandhasnotlostitscunning！“
Shegavealittlecry。
“Itismonsieur！“sheexclaimed。“Afteralltheseyearsitismonsieur！Ab，youwillpardonthatIdidnotrecogniseyou。Thisplaceisacellar。Monsieurhasnotchanged。Inthedaylightonewouldknowhimanywhere。“
Thewomantalkedfast，buteveninthatdimlightMr。Sabinknewquitewellthatshewasshakingwithfear。Hecouldseethecornersofhermouthtwitch。Herblackeyesrolledincessantly，butrefusedtomeethis。Mr。Sabinfrowned。
“Youarenotgladtoseeme，Annette！“
Sheleanedoverthecounter。
“Formonsieursownsake，“shewhispered，“go！“
Mr。Sabinstoodquitestillforashortspaceoftime。
“CanIrestinthereforafewminutes？“heasked，pointingtothedoorwhichledintotheroombeyond。
Thewomanhesitated。Shelookedupattheclockanddownagain。
“Emilwillreturn，“shesaid，“atthree。Monsieurwerebestoutoftheneighbourhoodbeforethen。Fortenminutesitmightbesafe。“
Mr。Sabinpassedforward。Thewomanliftedtheflapofthecounterandfollowedhim。Withinwasasmallerroom，farcleanerandbetterappointedthanthegeneralappearanceoftheplacepromised。Mr。
Sabinseatedhimselfatoneofthesmalltables。Thelinencloth，henoticed，wasspotless，thecutleryandappointmentspolishedandclean。
“This，Ipresume，“heremarked，“isnotwhereyouservetheeightpennytabled’hote？“
Thewomanshruggedhershoulders。
“Butitwouldnotbepossible，“sheanswered。“Wehavenocustomersforthat。Ifonearrivesweputtogetherafewscraps。Butonemustmakeapretense。Monsieurunderstands？“
Mr。Sabinnodded。
“Iwilltake，“hesaid，“asmallglassoffinchampagne。“
Shevanished，andreappearedalmostimmediatelywiththebrandyinaquaintlycutliqueurglass。Aglanceattheclockasshepassedseemedtohaveincreasedheranxiety。
“Ifmonsieurwilldrinkhisliqueuranddepart，“sheprayed。“Indeed，itwillbeforthebest。“
Mr。Sabinsetdownhisglass。HissteadfastgazeseemedtoreduceAnnetteintoastateofnervouspanic。
“Annette，“hesaid，“theyhaveplacedmeuponthelist。“
“It-istrue，monsieur，“sheanswered。“Whydoyoucomehere？“
“Iwantedtoknowfirstforcertainthattheyhadventuredsofar，“
Mr。Sabinsaid。“IbelievethatIamonlythesecondpersoninthiscountrywhohasbeensomuchhono
