“Wait a minute! I have not thwarted your plans, because, as far as I can see, they are innocent, but if you induce Maurice to go to the Levant”—
“Well?” demanded Caliphronas insolently.
“I will go also.”
“And your reason?”
“A very simple one. I do not trust the scamp called Andros.”
“Better known, at least in England, as Constantine Caliphronas,” replied the Count coolly. “Well, come if you like, to watch over your precious friend. I do not wish him harm, but he, and you also, had better beware of Justinian.”
CHAPTER IX.
THE PORTRAIT.
Dreary life,
Aching fears,
Endless strife,