I think myself that this will
all blow over."
"Unless--" Littleson whispered.
"Unless," Mr. Deane continued, "some greater scandal than any at present
known were to attach itself to our two friends."
"One cannot tell," Phineas Duge said slowly. "Such a scandal might come.
It is hard to say. The ways that lead to great wealth are full of
pitfalls, and they are not ways that stand very well the blinding glare
of daylight."
Littleson was looking pale and nervous. He drew a little breath and
fanned himself with his handkerchief.
"You men love to talk in riddles," he said, or rather whispered,
hoarsely. "Why not admit that they are safe enough so long as Norris
Vine does not move!"
A servant approached the ambassador and whispered in apologetic fashion
in his ear.
"There is a young lady, sir," he said, "who has just arrived, and who
insists upon seeing you. She says that her business is of the utmost
importance. I have done my best to make her understand that you are
engaged, but she will not listen to reason. She is, I think, sir, an
American young lady, and she is very much disturbed."
Phineas Duge leaned forward in his place.
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