"Do? Sulk, protest,—but give in. What else can we do? Their ships are on the spot; ours are cut off."
There was a pause. Molara read his papers and continued his breakfast. Lucile came back to her resolution. She would tell him; but she would make terms. Savrola must be protected at all costs. "Antonio," she said nervously.
The President, who was in a thoroughly bad temper, went on reading for a moment and then looked up abruptly. "Yes?"
"I must tell you something."
"Well, what is it?"
"A great danger is threatening us."
"I know that," he said shortly.
"Savrola——" She paused uncertain and undecided.
"What of him?" said Molara, suddenly becoming interested.
"If you were to find him guilty of conspiracy, of plotting revolution, what would you do?"