CHAPTER XXXIV

BLANCHE MERTON'S LITTLE PLOT At about four o'clock in the afternoon, as Helene was preparing to leave the Lodge, a telegram was brought in to her from Mr. Sabin. "I have succeeded and am now _en route_ for London. You had better follow when convenient, but do not be later than to-morrow." She tore it into small pieces and hummed a tune. "It is enough," she murmured. "I am not ambitious any longer. I am going to London, it is true, my dear uncle, but not to Kensington! You can play Richelieu to Henri and my cousin, …