Outwardly she was much occupied in doing all that could be done--socially and even politically--for Anderson and Mariette.

She had power and she used it.
The two friends found themselves the object of one of those sudden cordialities that open all doors, even the most difficult, and run like a warm wave through London society.

Mariette remained throughout the ironic spectator--friendly on his own terms, but entirely rejecting, often, the terms offered him tacitly or openly, by his English acquaintance.
"Your ways are not mine--your ideals are not mine, God forbid they should be!"-- he seemed to be constantly saying.

"But we happen to be oxen bound under the same yoke, and dragging the same plough.

No gush, please--but at the same time no ill-will! Loyal ?--to your loyalties?
Oh yes--quite sufficiently--so long as you don't ask us to let it interfere with our loyalty to our own! Don't be such fools as to expect us to take much interest in your Imperial orgies.