Jaffery touched Doria's hand with his finger tips. She opened her eyes and smiled wanly, and looked at the front slip of the long proofs. At once she sat bolt upright.
"'The Greater Glory.' But that wasn't Adrian's title. His title was 'God.' Who has dared to change it?"
Her eyes flashed; her little body quivered. She flamed an incarnate indignation. For some reason or other she turned accusingly on me.
"I knew nothing of the change," said I, "but I'm very glad to hear of it now."
Many times before had I been forced to disclaim knowledge of what Jaffery had been doing with the book.
"Wittekind wouldn't have the old title," cried Jaffery eagerly. "The public are very narrow minded, and he felt that in certain quarters it might be misunderstood."
"Wittekind told dear Adrian that he thought it a perfect title."
"Our dear Adrian," said I, pacifically, "was a man of enormous will-power and perhaps Wittekind hadn't the strength to stand up against him."