Chapter 22

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌‌‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌​⁠“His Highness, the Prince of Saxe Leinitzer!”

Duson stood away from the door with a low bow. The Prince—in the buttonhole of whose frock-coat was a large bunch of Russian violets, passed across the threshold. Mr. Sabin rose slowly from his chair.

“I fear,” the Prince said suavely, “that I am an early visitor. I can only throw myself upon your indulgence and plead the urgency of my mission.”

His arriv