The man beside her took his leave.

She had only just glanced at me at first, but now she looked at my companion, and the look stayed, curious, bewildered.
"It is fitting," I said, "that Greek meet Greek--that Menelaus should be introduced to Helen.

May I say that when Helen is not Helen she is Mrs.
Falchion, and when Menelaus is not Menelaus he is--Mr.Charles Boyd." I am afraid my voice faltered slightly, because there came over me suddenly a nervousness as unexpected as it was inconvenient, and my words, which began lightly, ended huskily.

Had Madras miscalculated this woman?
Her eyes were afire, and her face was as pale as marble; all its slight but healthy glow had fled.

A very faint gasp came from her lips.