"We are going to supper—you will take General Sabaroff's arm."
"No, no, not that," said Dora, with an imploring look at Philip.
"Yes, yes, you cannot refuse. You are the hostess and he the principal guest. I expect you to go down with him."
Sabaroff had drawn near to them; Dora could refuse no longer. She bent her head and said to Philip—
"Very well."
"Will your Excellency offer your arm to my wife?"
Dora mastered her emotion, her weakness, and her indignation. Many eyes were upon her; not a moment's hesitation was possible. She lifted her head proudly, took the proffered arm, and went down to supper.