Everything and everybody waits for your judgment.
Good God, man, it's magnificent! Where's your enthusiasm?
Within a month you must be Prime Minister, and we will show the world the way to a new era." Brott sat quite still.

His friend's words had stirred him for the moment.

Yet he seemed the victim of a curious indecision.

Grahame leaned over towards him.
"Brott, old friend," he said, "you are not ill ?" Brott shook his head.
"I am perfectly well," he said.
Grahame hesitated.
"It is a delicate thing to mention," he said.

"Perhaps I shall pass even the bounds of our old comradeship.