In her heart, there still rang
out her mysterious visitor's last words: "Wait, darling! My own
darling! Before another month the secret Government agent will have
officially visited Andrew Fraser. We are all ready to act with
crushing power when the happy moment safely arrives. And you shall
then hear all the story of the past on my breast. You shall know
how near you have been to my loving heart in all these weary years.
The story of your own dear mother's life shall be my wedding present
to you. Yet, a few days more of watchful patience," softly sighed
Alixe.
"For we must not let Andrew Fraser wake for a moment from his frenzy
of Thibetan study until we can force from him the permission which
we will demand to visit you, and to free you from his control."
Prince Djiddin paced solemnly back toward the Banker's Folly, leaving
the overjoyed maid to bundle up all her many gifts. A grateful wink
to Jules Victor from the Prince rewarded the disguised valet, as
he gayly sped away to meet his mistress, and to obtain her orders
for the next day. This artful game of mingled Literature and Love
had so far been safely played, but Jules Victor had secretly warned
Nadine Johnstone against any confidences with her pretty London
sewing woman. "She has found a sweetheart here. He is a curious
looking fellow, he has money and is liberal, and, so, what you
tell her she will surely tell her sweetheart.
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