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ing-doors, which led into an adjoining room. His eyes fixed themselves fascinated upon these reflected doors, and strayed no more. It was through them that she would come.
Suddenly a dreadful thought occurred to him. When she came through those doors, what would be the effect of his presence upon her? Would not the sudden shock, joyful though it was, upset the fragile little beauty ? Had he not even heard of people dying from joy? Why had he not prepared her for his return, if only to the tiniest extent ? The suspicion that he lacked worldly wisdom gained in force. Tumultuous suggestions of retreat crossed his mind — but before he could move, the folding-doors in the mirror flew apart, and a radiant image dashed lightly through them. It was a vision of dazzling splendour that made his eyes blink — a beautiful glittering figure in tights and tinsel, the prancing prince of pantomime. For an infinitesimal fraction of a second, Frank had the horror of the thought that he had come into the wrong house.
"Good evening, George," the Prince cried: "I had almost given you up."
Great God ! Was the voice, indeed, Lucy's? Frank grasped at the mantel, sick and blind, the world tumbling about his ears. The suspicion that he lacked worldly wis- dom became a certainty. Slowly he turned his head to face the waves of dazzling colour that tossed before his dizzy eyes.
The Prince's outstretched hand dropped suddenly. A startled shriek broke from the painted lips. The re-united lovers stood staring half blindly at each other. More than the Atlantic rolled between them.
Lucy broke the terrible silence.
" Brute ! "
