Lucille shall go to Dorset House, but I warn you that I hold my life a slight thing where her welfare is concerned.
Your hand is upon the lever of a great organization, I am only a unit in the world.

Yet I would have you remember that more than once, Prince, when you and I have met with the odds in your favour the victory has been mine.

Play the game fairly, and you have nothing to fear from me but the open opposition I have promised you.

Bring but the shadow of evil upon her, misuse your power but ever so slightly against her, and I warn you that I shall count the few years of life left to me a trifle--of less than no account--until you and I cry quits." The Prince smiled, a fat, good-natured smile, behind which the malice was indeed well hidden.
"Come, come, my dear Souspennier," he declared.

"This is unworthy of you.