That is Mr.Brott!" It was to be a conversation full of surprises for Helene.

Mr.Brott! Her hand went up to her forehead for a moment, and a little gesture of bewilderment escaped her.
"Will you tell me," she asked almost plaintively, "what on earth Mr.
Brott can have to do with this business--with Lucille--with you--with any one connected with it ?" Mr.Sabin shrugged his shoulders.
"Mr.Brott," he remarked, "a Cabinet Minister of marked Radical proclivities, has lately been a frequent visitor at Dorset House, which is the very home of the old aristocratic Toryism.

Mr.Brott was acquainted with Lucille many years ago--in Vienna.

At that time he was, I believe, deeply interested in her.

I must confess that Mr.Brott causes me some uneasiness." "I think--that men always know," Helene said, "if they care to.