Lady Craigennoch smiled. “Well, whatever it is,” she said, “Shum has promised that I shall stand in.” Again she paused. “Only,” she resumed, “if you’re making a fool of that woman----” She seemed unable to finish the sentence; there had been genuine indignation in her eyes for a moment; it faded away; but there came a slight flush on her cheeks as she added, “But that doesn’t matter if it’s in the way of business, does it?” “And Shum has promised that you shall stand in,” Byers reminded her gravely. Lady Craigennoch dug her parasol into the streak of earth that showed between pavement and curbstone. “Anyhow I’m glad I called on her,” she said. “I’m not much, Heaven knows, but I’m a woman to speak to.” “To cry to?” he hazarded. “How do you know she cried? Think what she’d been through, poor thing! Oh, you won’t find her crying.” “I hope not,” said Mr Byers with a perfect seriousness in his slightly nasal tones; and when they parted he said to himself, “That woman hates having to know me.” But there were many people in that position; and he spent much time in increasing the number; so the reflection caused him no pain, but rather a sense of self-complacency; when people know you who hate having to know you, you are somebody. The thought passed, and the next moment he found himself being glad that Ellen Rivers had a woman to speak to--or to cry to--even though it were only Lady Craigennoch. She was not crying when she received Mr Byers. She was radiant. She told him that her part was done; now he must do his part; then the Prince would do his: thus the great enterprise would be accomplished. That odd pang struck Byers again as he listened; he recollected the beginning of Lady Craigennoch’s unfinished sentence, “If you’re making a fool of that woman----” That was just what he was doing. He escaped from the thought and gratified his curiosity by turning the talk to Mrs Rivers herself. “Accomplished, eh?” said he. “And it’s a crown for the Prince!” “Yes, and great influence for you.” “And you’ll be----” “I shall be nothing. I shall go away.” She spoke quickly and decisively; the resolution was there, but to dwell on it was dangerous. “Where to?” he asked. “Oh, I don’t know. Anywhere.” “Back to your people?” She looked at him for a moment. He had allowed himself to sneer. Her manner, as she went on without taking any notice of his question, proved that Lady Craigennoch had been right in saying that she was a lady. “My work will be done,” she said. “From the first moment I knew the Prince I determined to use my influence in this way. He only--he only needed a little encouragement.” “And a little money?” “I gave him one, you’re giving him the other. We shall both be repaid by his success.”