CHAPTER XXIII

MR. SABIN EXPLAINS Mr. Sabin and his niece had finished their dinner, and were lingering a little over an unusually luxurious dessert. Wolfenden had sent some muscatel grapes and peaches from the forcing houses at Deringham Hall--such peaches as Covent Garden could scarcely match, and certainly not excel. Mr. Sabin looked across at Helene as they were placed upon the table, with a significant smile. "An Englishman," he remarked, pouring himself out a glass of burgundy and drawing the cigarettes towards him, "never …