She was not there to talk.

She was only to act on the 26th of July.

She was the means to an end.
"Well, fear or no fear, the Count lies awake trying to think of a way to entice him from the city before the 26th.

It may be silly, madam, but Count Marlanx is a wiser man than any of us here.

He is not afraid of Dangloss or Braze or Quinnox, but he is afraid of what he calls 'American luck!' He is even superstitious about it." "We must not--we cannot fail," grated William Spantz, and the cry was reiterated by half a dozen voices.
"The world demands success of us!" cried Anna Cromer.