Kossuth looked around the circle, and then more particularly at Maynard.
“Do not consult me,” said the soldier-author. “I am still ready to take you.”
“And you are quite sure you heard this?” asked the ex-Governor, once more turning to Roseveldt.
“Sure, your Excellency. I’ve heard it plain as words could speak. They are yet buzzing in my ears, as if they would burn them?”
“What do you say, gentlemen?” asked Kossuth, scrutinising the countenances of those around him. “Are we to believe in an infamy so atrocious?”
Before reply could be made, a ring at the gate-bell interrupted their deliberations.
The door opened, admitting a man who came directly into the room where the revolutionists were assembled.
All knew him as Colonel Ihasz, the friend and adjutant of Kossuth.
Without saying a word, he placed a slip of paper in the ex-Governor’s hands.
All could see it was the transcript of a telegraphic message.