He had only one thought, and that was to speak with Olivia, to let her know that he was there on the island, near her, ready to serve her--ah well, chiefly, he did not disguise from himself, what he wanted was to look at her and to hear her speak to him.

But Amory had depended on the confusion of the rising to communicate the great news, and to tell about Jarvo, waiting in a motor out there in the palace courtyard, by the wall on the side opposite the windows of the banquet room.

In an auspicious moment Amory looked warily about, thrilling with premonition of his friend's enthusiasm.
Before he could speak, St.George uttered a startled exclamation, caught at Amory's arm, sprang forward, and was off up the long room, dragging Amory with him.
About the dais there was suddenly an appalling confusion.

Push of feet, murmurs, a cry and, visible over the heads between, a glistening of gold uniforms closing about the throne seats, flashing back to the long, open windows, disappearing against the night...
"What is it ?" cried Amory as he ran.

"What is it ?" "Quick," said St.George only, "I don't know.