“It is an inheritance,” Domiloff continued, “which you can neither possess yourself of, nor hold, without powerful friends.”
“Well?”
“My country is willing to be your friend.”
“Your country,” Brand remarked, quietly, “is renowned throughout the world for her generosity.”
Domiloff bowed.
“You do us, sir,” he said, “no more than justice.”
Brand smiled.
“Well! Go on!”
“Theos is in a state of hopeless confusion,” Domiloff remarked. “It is very doubtful whether the actual state of the country has been represented to you. The people are all clamouring for they know not what, law and order seem to be things of the past. South of the Balkans the Turks are massing; northwards, the mailed hand of Austria is slowly being extended.”