He had been upon the verge of yielding; but for that door Wogan felt sure he would have yielded.

Now, however, he merely walked away to the Countess of Berg, and sitting beside her asked her to play a particular tune.

But he still held the slip of paper in his hand and paid but a scanty heed to the music, now and then looking doubtfully towards Wogan, now and then scanning that long list of names.

His lips, too, moved as though he was framing the three selected names, Gaydon, Misset, O'Toole, and "Schlestadt" as a bracket uniting them.

Then he suddenly rose up and crossed the room to Wogan.
"My daughter wrote that a woman must attend her.