Better to meet the trouble bravely than to be crushed by it." There was a tap at the door, and Lady Elisabeth appeared upon the threshold.

Maraton was conscious of realising for the first time that this was the most beautiful woman whom he had ever seen in his life.
She avoided looking at him as she addressed her uncle.
"Uncle," she said deprecatingly, "I am so sorry, but every one is asking for you.

You have been in here for nearly twenty minutes.

There is a rumour that you are ill." Mr.Foley rose to his feet reluctantly.
"I will come," he promised.
She closed the door and departed silently.

At no time had she glanced towards or taken any notice of Maraton.
"We discuss the fate of an empire," Mr.Foley sighed, "and necessity demands that I must return to my guests! This conversation between us must be finished.