Lord Faramond caught the meaning, and smiled grimly.
Then came Gaston's decision--he would come back--not to live the thing down, but to hold his place as long as he could: to fight.
Lord Faramond shrugged a shoulder.

"Without her ?" "I cannot say that." "With her, I can promise nothing--nothing.

You cannot fight it so.
No one man is stronger than massed opinion.

It is merely a matter of pressure.

No, no; I can promise nothing in that case." The Premier's face had gone cold and disdainful.