Fate had put into my hands the chance of complete eumoiriety.
If I could effect a reconciliation between Lola Brandt and her husband, Dale would be cured almost automatically of his infatuation, and I should be the Deputy Providence bringing happiness to six human beings--Lola Brandt, Captain Vauvenarde, Lady Kynnersley, Maisie Ellerton, Dale, and Mr.Anastasius Papadopoulos, who could not fail to be delighted at the happiness of his goddess.
There also might burst joyously on the earth a brood of gleeful little Vauvenardes and merry little Kynnersleys, who might regard Simon de Gex as their mythical progenitor.

It might add to the gaiety of regiments and the edification of parliaments.

Acts should be judged, thought I, not according to their trivial essence, but by the light of their far-reaching consequences.
Lola Brandt broke the silence.

She did not look at me.

She said: "I can't help feeling that you're my friend." "I am," I cried, in the exultation of my promotion to the role of Deputy Providence.