ad been unanimous. Her voice reached easily to
every place in the House.

"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. I
should 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