Life is a sacrifice to be offered in a just cause when necessary.
"I imagine that this is your uncle." Mr.Foley was standing upon the threshold of the room, his hand outstretched, his thin, long face full of conviction.
"My niece has succeeded in discovering you, then, Mr.Maraton," he said.

"I am glad." Maraton smiled as he shook hands.
"I have certainly had the pleasure of making your niece's acquaintance," he admitted.

"We have had quite an interesting discussion." Elisabeth turned away without looking towards him.
"I will leave Mr.Maraton to you, uncle," she said.

"He will tell you that I have been very candid indeed.

We were coming face to face with Mr.Culvain, so I brought him in here." She did not glance again in Maraton's direction, nor did she offer him any form of farewell salutation.