With a grace that was like the conferring of a royal favour, Prince Tabnit appointed the meeting of the High Council for noon on the following day.
"May the gods permit the possible," he added, and once more extended his hand to Olivia.

This time, with lowered eyes, she gave him the tips of her fingers and, as the beckoning music swelled a delicate prelude, she stepped from the dais and suffered the prince to lead her toward the banquet hall.
Amory drew a long breath, and it came to St.George that if he, Amory, said anything about what he would give if he had a leased wire to the _Sentinel_ Office, there would no longer be room on the island for them both.

But Amory said no such thing.

Instead, he looked at St.George in distinct hesitation.
"I say," he brought out finally, "St.George, by Jove, do you know, it seems to me I've seen Miss Frothingham before.

And how jolly beautiful she is," he added almost reverently.
"Maybe it was when you were a Phoenician galley slave and she went by in a trireme," offered St.George, trying to keep in sight the bright hair and the floating veil beyond the press of the crowd.
Would he see Olivia and would he be able to speak with her, and did she know he was there, and would she be angry?
Ah well, she could not possibly be angry, he thought; but with all this in his mind it was hardly reasonable of Amory to expect him to speculate on where Miss Frothingham might have been seen before.