Domiloff gave vent to an impatient gesture.
“He must listen to you, Countess, or die,” he said.
She looked him in the face.
“You will remember my threat, Baron Domiloff,” she said. “Those were no idle words.”
He bowed low.
“We will go to your brother,” he said.
CHAPTER XXXVII
The King entered from his ante-chamber and took his place at the head of the long table amidst a profound and depressing silence. The faces of his counsellors were grave indeed. The military members were all at the front. Those who remained were the merchants and men of peace, and to them the guns whose roar seemed ever increasing spelled ruin.