Dawn was breaking as he closed his eyes. His expression was calm and untroubled. He had found his solution.
[Chapter Eleven]
ANTHONY PLAYS HIS HAND
Lord Rosecarrel opened his town house in Grosvenor Place at the beginning of May for the London season. Lady Daphne observed that he had shaken off the gloom and apathy which had engulfed him for the last few years. He began to take a more vivid interest in the international situations which grew out of the Peace Conference. He began to talk to the girl again about the aims of nations with respect to Persia and indirectly with the future of India.
The earl was waiting impatiently for her one night when she came back from an opera party given in her honor by Rudolph Castoon.
"Daphne," he began abruptly, "Do you believe absolutely in the bona fides of Anthony Trent?"
The girl felt herself coloring.
"Absolutely," she said steadily, "Why?"