forehead of a philosopher but the mouth of a humourist. His eyes,
shrewd and penetrating--he wore no glasses although he was nearly sixty
years of age--were perhaps his best feature.

"Tell me, my dear Stephen," she asked, as the tide of incoming guests
finally ceased and they found themselves at liberty, "why are you
looking so disturbed? It seems to me that every one has arrived who
ought to come, and judging by the noise they are making, every one is
thoroughly enjoying themselves. Why are people so noisy nowadays, I
wonder?"

Mr. Foley smiled.

"What an observant person you are! To tell you the truth, there was
just one guest whom I was particularly anxious to see here to-night. He
promised to come, but so far I am afraid that he has not arrived."

"Not that awful man Maraton?"

He nodded.

"No use calling him names, Catharine," he continued grimly. "Maraton is
one of the most important problems we have to face within the next few
weeks. I suppose there is no chance of his having slipped in without
our having noticed him?"

Lady Grenside shook her head.

"I should imagine not. I am quite sure that I haven't shaken hands
to-night with any one who reminded me in the least of what this man must