With a cry she cut me short at last throwing up her hands in despair.

She was deathly pale again, and all the light had gone out of her eyes leaving them dull as if she had been sick with some long illness.
"What will become of me ?" she stammered.

"The treaty lost! My God--what shall I do?
Ivor, you are killing me.

Do you know--you are killing me ?" The word "treaty" was new to me in this connection, for the Foreign Secretary had not thought it necessary that his messenger should be wholly in his secrets--and Maxine's.

Yet hearing the word brought no great surprise.