Occupied with public affairs, and in much social request, it was difficult to think of Farquharson as having either time or inclination to play the part of a modern suitor—to woo the object of his affections with lunch at one restaurant and tea at another, and dinner at a third and supper at a fourth, after the modern mode. Indeed, so far as Miss Beadon was concerned, he scarcely seemed to recognize her existence. But for Brand, one doubted if even Dora could have construed his "good-mornings" and "good-nights" into the protestations of undying love. A clever and unscrupulous woman can usually get what she wants without help. But Dora was not clever. Her platitudes, her plainness, told against her. Things seemed at a deadlock. It is not much use to have written what you think is a successful comedy if all the leading characters refuse to play the parts you have assigned to them. As well attempt to influence the elements themselves as Farquharson. Unless Evelyn could be made to intervene. But Evelyn, once so tractable, was unmoved now by threats or pleading; nothing would induce her to meet Farquharson voluntarily. Ah, but what if she could be used unconsciously? Suddenly Brand saw light. What had he told Miss Beadon just now? "A man will never willingly compromise the woman he cares for." If Farquharson could be made to think that he had put Evelyn in a false position, he would take the readiest means of disproving the statement. And the announcement of a man’s engagement or marriage to one woman is the best public contradiction of his interest in another. Once Evelyn’s name was called into the question, Farquharson was the man to act quickly. Let Miss Beadon be but near at such a moment, and she would seem the easiest solution of the difficulty. "I may be able to help you," Brand said after a pause. "It won’t be easy—it may give me and those I love infinite pain. But friendship isn’t worth much if one isn’t willing to risk a great deal for it, and I am sure you are the last woman in the world to forget such a kindness." He spoke meaningly. Dora held out her hand. Her vanity was piqued, and as much of her heart as such a woman can give was involved. Generally, to set her heart on anything meant that it became hers very shortly. These unaccustomed barriers had completely unnerved her; she would have taken any means to secure Brand’s help. "You can count on me," she said, ready at that moment to promise him anything he asked. "There’s nothing you can ask of me that I won’t do for you in the future if you’ll only help me now. I mean it; and I never break my word." Brand smiled. "Oh, well, it won’t be a very serious matter. Perhaps I shall ask you to do some little service for me later on, but I don’t suppose it will tax your resources as wife of—the Prime Minister, shall we say?" They were walking in the direction of Knightsbridge. The clock at the Guards’ Barracks struck the hour.