"And possibly the real God is somebody else's God altogether.

Anyway, England's the only God I've got left, and I'm going to fight for her." The door opened and Wilton, the man-servant, appeared.

He looked round.
"I beg your pardon, sir." Paul crossed the room.

"What is it ?" "Her Highness, sir," he said in his well-trained, low voice, "and the Colonel and Miss Winwood.

I told them you were engaged.