"I thank you all very much," she said. "I am very happy indeed to be in London, because it is the capital city of the most generous country in the world - the country that is always ready to protect and help her weaker neighbors. I am a Servian, and I love my country, and therefore," she added, with a little break in her voice, - "therefore I love you all."It was nearly midnight before the audience was got rid of, and the streets of London had not been so impassable for years. Crowds made their way to the front of Buckingham Palace and on to the War Office, where men were working late. Everything seemed to denote that the spirit of the country was roused: The papers next morning made immense capital of the incident, and for the following twenty-four hours suspense throughout the country was almost at fever height. It was known that the Cabinet Council had been sitting for six hours. It was known, too, that without the least commotion, with scarcely any movements of ships that could be called directly threatening, the greatest naval force which the world had ever known was assembling off Dover. The stock markets were wildly excited. Laverick, back again in his office, found that his return to his accustomed haunts occasioned scarcely any comment. More startling events were shaping themselves. His own remarkable adventure remained, curiously enough, almost undiscussed.
He left the office shortly before his usual time, notwithstanding the rush of business, and drove at once to the little house in Theobald Square. Zoe was lying on the sofa, still white, but eager to declare that the pain had gone and that she was no longer suffering.
"It is too absurd," she declared, smiling, "my having this nurse here. Really, there is nothing whatever the matter with me. Ishould have gone to the theatre, but you see it is no use."She passed him the letter which she had been reading, and which contained her somewhat curt dismissal. He laughed as he tore it into pieces.
"Are you so sorry, Zoe? Is the stage so wonderful a place that you could not bear to think of leaving it?"She shook her head.
"It is not that," she whispered. "You know that it is not that."He smiled as he took her confidently into his arms.
"There is a much more arduous life in front of you, dear," he said.
"You have to come and look after me for the rest of your days. Abachelor who marries as late in life as I do, you know, is a trying sort of person."She shrank away a little.
"You don't mean it," she murmured.
"You know very well that I mean it," he answered, kissing her. "Ithink you knew from the very first that sooner or later you were doomed to become my wife."She sighed faintly and half-closed her eyes. For the moment she had forgotten everything. She was absolutely and completely happy.
Later on he made her dress and come out to dinner, and afterwards, as they sat talking, he laid an evening paper before her.
