THE CUP OF FURY BOOKS BY RUPERT HUGHES The Cup of Fury The Unpardonable Sin We Can't Have Everything In a Little Town The Thirteenth Commandment Clipped Wings What Will People Say? The Last Rose of Summer Empty Pockets Long Ever Ago HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORK Established 1817 [Illustration: "It would be nice to be married," Marie Louise reflected, "if one could stay single at the same time."] THE CUP OF FURY A Novel of Cities and Shipyards BY RUPERT HUGHES Author of "We Can't Have Everything" "The Unpardonable Sin" etc. ILLUSTRATED BY HENRY RALEIGH HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS NEW YORK AND LONDON THE CUP OF FURY Copyright, 1919, by Harper & Brothers Printed in the United States of America Published May, 1919 ILLUSTRATIONS "It would be nice to be married," Marie Louise reflected, "if one could stay single at the same time." Frontispiece Facing p. He tried to swing her to the pommel, but she fought herself free and came to the ground and was almost trampled. 3 "This is the life for me. I've been a heroine and a war-worker about as long as I can." 75 "'It's beautiful overhead if you're going that way,'" Davidge quoted. He set out briskly, but Marie Louise hung back. "Aren't you afraid to push on when you can't see where you're going?" she demanded. 91 There was something hallowed and awesome about it all. It had a cathedral majesty. 166 How quaint a custom it is for people who know each other well and see each other in plain clothes every day to get themselves up with meticulous skill in the evening like Christmas parcels for each other's examination. 235 "So I have already done something more for Germany. That's splendid. Now tell me what else I can do." Nicky was too intoxicated with his success to see through her thin disguise. 270 Nobody recognized the lily-like beauty of Miss Webling in the smutty-faced passer-boy crouching at Sutton's elbow. 282 BOOK I IN LONDON [Illustration: He tried to swing her to the pommel, but she fought herself free and came to the ground and was almost trampled.] THE CUP OF FURY CHAPTER I Then the big door swung back as if of itself. Marie Louise had felt that she would scream if she were kept a moment outside. The luxury of simply wishing the gate ajar gave her a fairy-book delight enhanced by the pleasant deference of the footman, whose face seemed to be hung on the door like a Japanese mask.