Yet he saw him go to Carnac and offer a hand.
"We've had a straight fight, Grier, and I hope you'll have luck in Parliament.

This is no place for me.

It's your game, and I'll eat my sour bread alone." He motioned to the window with a balcony, beyond which were the shouting thousands.

Then he smiled at Carnac, and in his heart he was glad he had not used the facts about Luzanne before the public.

The boy's face was so glowing that his own youth came back, and a better spirit took residence in him.