I will go no further.

It is not I who care about publicity." Colville stood up and looked in the direction indicated by his driver's whip.

The man had scarcely exaggerated.

A number of people were waiting their turn on the pavement and out into the roadway, while two gendarmes held the door.

Dormer Colville paid his cabman and walked into that crowd, with a sinking heart.
"It is the great English banker," explained an on-looker, even before he was asked, "who has failed." Colville had never found any difficulty in making his way through a crowd--a useful accomplishment in Paris at all times, where government is conducted, thrones are raised and toppled over, provinces are won and lost again, by the mob.