CHAPTER XXV.
"I suppose," Immelan suggested, as the two men reached the house in Curzon Street, "it would be useless to ask you to break your custom and lunch with me at the Ritz or at the club ?" His companion smiled deprecatingly.
"I have adopted so many of your western customs," he said apologetically.

"To this lunching or dining in public, however, I shall never accustom myself." Immelan laughed good-naturedly.

The conversation of the two men on their way from the Park had been without significance, and some part of his earlier nervousness seemed to be leaving him.
"We all have our foibles," he admitted.

"One of mine is to have a pretty woman opposite me when I lunch or dine, music somewhere in the distance, a little sentiment, a little promise, perhaps." "It is not artistic," Prince Shan pronounced calmly.

"It is not when the wine mounts to the head, and the sense of feeding fills the body, that men speak best of the things that lie near their hearts.