"Then there is no obstacle in my way.

I shall win what I am fighting for.

Though it will not be an easy fight.

No, sir.

But easy or difficult, I mean winning." He rose and stood erect--a striking figure looking over Howard's head with an abstracted gaze; then suddenly his eyelids quivered, his face grew deathly pale, and his hand went to his heart.
Howard sprang to his feet with an exclamation of alarm; but Sir Stephen held up his hand warningly, moved slowly to one of the tables, poured out a glass of _liqueur_ and drank it.