of him. He should have come to us. Downing Street--blast Downing
Street!"

"There is no one in this world," she told him gently, "who will move
Maraton from his will. I know. I have seen him."

He stared at her, hollow-eyed, amazed.

"You? You have seen him?"

She nodded.

"I heard by accident of the house he had taken the house where he means
to live. I went there and I waited. Later, Richard Graveling came
there, too."

The youth struck the table before him. His eyes were filled with tears.

"All night I waited!" he cried. "I could not sit still. I could
scarcely breathe. Tell me what he is like, Julia? Tell me what he
looks like? Is he strong? Does he look strong enough for the work?"

She smiled at him reassuringly.

"Yes, he looks strong and he looks kind. For the rest--"

"There is something! Tell me what it is--at once?"

"Foolish! Well, he is unlike Richard Graveling and the others, unlike
us. Why not? He is cultivated, educated, well-dressed."