He says it's most important, sir." Amory heard.
"Shall I go up ?" he asked eagerly; "I'd like a whiff of a pipe, anyway.

It'll be something to tie to." "Will you go ?" asked St.George in undisguised gratitude.

He was prepared to accept most risks rather than to lose sight of the star he was following.
With a word to Balator who explained where, on his return, he could find them, Amory turned with Rollo, and slipped through the crowd.
Having reasons of his own for getting back to the hall below, Amory was prepared to speed well the interview with "the little brown 'un" who, he supposed, was Jarvo.
It was Jarvo--Jarvo, in a state of excitement, profound and incredible.

The little man, from the annoyingly serene mode of mind in which he had left them, was become, for him, almost agitated.

He sprang up from a divan in the great dressing-room of their apartment and approached Amory almost without greeting.
"Adon, adon," he said earnestly, "you must leave the palace at once--at once.