But the God that _Maman_ had gone to and loved and told her children of, was not really cruel, and some day perhaps she--Zara--would come into peace on earth.

And Mirko?
Mirko would be up there, happy and safe with _Maman_.
The cheap clock showed nearly half-past seven.

She could not wait another moment, and also she reasoned if Mimo were sending her a telegram it would be to Park Lane.

He knew she was coming up; she would get it there on her return, so she scribbled a line to Count Sykypri, and told him she had been--and why--and that she must hear at once, and then she left and hurried back to her uncle's house.

And when she got there it was twenty minutes to eight.
Her maid had been dreadfully worried, as she had given no orders as to what she would wear--but Henriette, being a person of intelligence, had put out what she thought best,--only she could not prevent her anxiety and impatience from causing her to go on to the landing, and hang over the stairs at every noise; and Tristram, coming out of his room already dressed, found her there--and asked her what she was doing.
"I wait for _Miladi_, _Milor_, she have not come in," Henriette said.
"And I so fear _Miladi_ will be late." Tristram felt his heart stop beating for a second--strong man as he was.
_Miladi_ had not come in!--But as they spoke, he perceived her on the landing below, hurrying up--she had not waited to get the lift--and he went down to meet her, while Henriette returned to her room.
"Where have you been ?" he demanded, with a pale, stern face.