It was more than she could grapple with at first, however.
"You?
But Lady Elisabeth--?
But you, Mr.Maraton--are you really the man who mur--who was associated with all that trouble in Chicago ?" "I am, without a doubt, the man," Maraton assented cheerfully.

"I am an enemy of your class, Mrs.Bollington-Watts.

Your husband is the steel millionaire, isn't he?
And I am also a Socialist of the most militant and modern type.

Nevertheless, I can assure you, for these few moments you are perfectly safe." Mrs.Bollington-Watts drew a little breath.

The remarkable adaptability of her race came to her rescue; her point of view swung round.
"Why," she declared, "I have never been so interested in my life.