"And shall I see the niece?"

The financier had his back turned, and so he permitted the flicker of a
smile to come over his mouth as he answered:

"It might be; but we have dismissed the subject of the niece."

And so they parted.

At the sound of the closing of the door Mr. Markrute pressed the button
of a wonderful trifle of Russian enamel and emeralds, which lay on his
writing table, and a quiet servant entered the room.

"Tell the Countess Shulski I wish to speak to her here immediately,
please," he said. "Ask her to descend at once."

But he had to walk up and down several times, and was growing impatient,
before the door opened and a woman came slowly into the room.



CHAPTER II


The financier paused in his restless pacing as he heard the door open
and stood perfectly still, with his back to the light. The woman
advanced and also stood still, and they looked at one another with no
great love in their eyes, though she who had entered was well worth
looking at, from a number of points of view. Firstly, she had that
arresting, compelling personality which does not depend upon features,