Julian and Furley left the place together.

They looked for the Bishop but found that he had slipped away.
"To Downing Street, I believe," Furley remarked.

"He has some vague idea of suggesting a compromise." "Compromise!" Julian repeated a little drearily.

"How can there be any such thing! There might be delay.

I think we ought to have given Stenson a week--time to communicate with America and send a mission to France." "We are like all theorists," Furley declared moodily, stopping to relight his pipe.