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“He may,” agreed Dick, but his face was not hopeful as he returned
across the courtyard, while the ladies took the things out of the
boxes they had just packed. Still, the events of the next morning
seemed to confirm Georgia’s cheerful augury, for an embassy came from
the King to Sir Dugald, headed, not by the Grand Vizier (possibly he
felt a slight doubt as to the nature of the reception he was likely to
meet with), but by the official who had superintended the
establishment of the Mission in its present quarters. In the message
which he brought, Sir Dugald was entreated to overlook the incident of
the day before, which had been devised by the King merely as a test of
his shrewdness, and was in no way a serious attempt to induce him to
sign a false treaty. If he would only come to the Palace to-day, the
original treaty should be ready for his signature, and the King would
affix his seal to it in his presence. At first Sir Dugald returned an
absolute refusal to this invitation, but the messenger reappeared with
it twice, adding such solemn and earnest assurances of its genuine
character, that he consented to talk the matter over with his staff.
Lady Haigh and Georgia invited themselves to assist at the discussion,
and the first thing that opened Georgia’s eyes to the gravity of the
situation was the fact that Sir Dugald made no protest against the
irregularity of this proceeding.
“You won’t go, Dugald?” said Lady Haigh, anxiously. “Probably it is
only a trap. Remember Macnaghten.”
“Couldn’t you manage to suggest any more cheerful reminiscence?” asked
Sir Dugald.
“You really mean to go, sir?” asked Dick.
“I think so. After all, what happened yesterday may have been only a
trick, as this man says, though I don’t think the King would have
hesitated to profit by it if I had signed the false treaty. At any
rate, so long as there is a chance of our coming off victorious, we
ought not to let it slip. This treaty is of immense importance, for it
brings Ethiopia within our sphere of influence, and when once it is
concluded, we can snap our fingers at Scythia and Neustria. You see as
well as I do that if we withdraw now and negotiations are resumed
later, Scythia will have had time to slip in and conclude her treaty.
I grant that we have a very slender chance of success, but if it
depends on me I will not lose it. Still, I don’t wish to take you into
danger against your better judgment, gentlemen. Your lives are at
stake as much as mine, and if you think it advisable not to go to the
Palace, I will dispense with your attendance on this occasion.”
“We will go wherever you go, Sir Dugald,” said Dick.
“Wherever you go,” echoed the rest.
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