Justinian smiled slightly.
“She has refused Andros, but you—ah, that is quite a different thing.”
“Still”—
“Tush, my son, you are too modest! In my days young men were not so faint-hearted. Helena’s a woman, therefore may be wooed.”
“True, but the question is, may she be won?”
“My good Mr. Roylands, did I not promise to tell you all about myself when you presented yourself as my future son-in-law?”
“Yes.”
“Well, by this time to-morrow you will know all, so as to what will occur in the mean time, I will leave to your imagination.”
“And Caliphronas?”
“Caliphronas,” repeated the Demarch slowly, “means mischief, so, like the knights of old, you will win your bride at the point of the sword.”