“That old man is very ill,” Miss Winters said at length.
“Which old man?”
“That old heathen of Tenos, of course.”
“Oh! Selaka!”
“Yes. I met his brother yesterday. He was attending somebody in the house, and I asked to see him.”
“Truly, you are a marvellous woman, and a most excellent friend,” said Gustav.
“I reckon I can seize an opportunity, and don’t fail for the want of pluck and keeping my eyes open. The brother is a doctor.”
“I know. Constantine. They call him the King of Tenos.”
“Tenos seems to be the home of idiots. Well, the pagan is very ill—heart-disease—doomed. The doctor is on your side, and says if you will go to Tenos, in about ten days he will be there to meet you, and thinks it not improbable that the old lunatic may be talked into reason before he goes to—Hades or elsewhere.”