Well was it for Geneva that it was he and not they whom God saw fit to try.

And he glowered at them.

Wives and daughters! What were wives and daughters beside life, warm life, life stretching forward pleasantly, indefinitely, morning after morning, day after day--life and a continuance of good things?
Immersed as he was in this train of thought, it was none the less he who first caught the sound of a foot on the threshold, and a summons at the door.

He rose to his feet.

Already in his mind's eye he saw Basterga cast to the lions: and why not?
The sooner the better if the _remedium_ were really at the door.