Maurice, whistling gayly, came into the court, having left Crispin behind at the table, but, when he caught sight of Justinian’s face, stopped short in dismay.
“What is the matter, Justinian?”
“Nothing more than what I expected.”
“About Caliphronas?”
“Yes; he has proposed to Helena, and she has refused him.”
Maurice drew a long breath of relief.
“I am glad of that; now there will be a chance for me.”
“You love my daughter?” asked the Demarch suddenly.
“Yes, I love her,” replied Roylands simply; “I have always loved her.”
“I am glad of that, Maurice.”