"Their lives were a necessary sacrifice in a good cause," he declared.
"Does one think now of the sea of blood through which France once purged
herself? Believe me, young lady, there is nothing in the world more to
be avoided than this sentimental and exaggerated reverence for life. It
is born of a false ideal, artistically and actually. Life is a
sacrifice to be offered in a just cause when necessary.

"I imagine that this is your uncle."

Mr. Foley was standing upon the threshold of the room, his hand
outstretched, his thin, long face full of conviction.

"My niece has succeeded in discovering you, then, Mr. Maraton," he
said. "I am glad."

Maraton smiled as he shook hands.

"I have certainly had the pleasure of making your niece's acquaintance,"
he admitted. "We have had quite an interesting discussion."

Elisabeth turned away without looking towards him.

"I will leave Mr. Maraton to you, uncle," she said. "He will tell you
that I have been very candid indeed. We were coming face to face with
Mr. Culvain, so I brought him in here."

She did not glance again in Maraton's direction, nor did she offer him
any form of farewell salutation. Mr. Foley frowned slightly as he
glanced after her. Maraton, too, watched her leave the room. She
paused for a moment on the threshold to gather up her train, a graceful