And now Frankl, all unsupported, stood in unstable equilibrium, anon stooping to his finger-tips, then straining doubtfully forward with struggling arms from a too backward poise: for not only did the trousers lie a twisted emptiness far below his feet, but the feet themselves were lost in Young's boots, so he stood like Scaramouch, a mere sack, a working of his chin wobbling down his beard, and there was a blaze in his stare which Hogarth, unfortunately, did not well estimate. They faced each other, alone, save for the body-guard at the circumference of the room. “Was it _you_ that sent me to Colmoor?” Hogarth suddenly asked in a low voice, stooping forward. “_Me_!” shrieked Baruch Frankl, pointing a hanging sleeve-end to his breast: “as Jehovah is my witness--” “Were you about to _swear_? For ever the same?--tyrant and worm? It _was_ you. Now tell it me right out: you have nothing to fear: for you cannot be vain enough to imagine that I would harbour enmity against you”. “It wasn't me, I say again, my Lord King!”--Frankl trampled a little backward, then stooped over-poised to his finger-tips: “with what motive? Oh, that's hard--to be accused. They have already given me a month--my God! a month! And only because I am a Jew. But it wasn't me--that I'll swear to God--” Hogarth rose to his height, descended, put his hand upon Frankl's shoulder. “Well, leave that. But--_my sister_!” His hand felt the shoulder beneath it start like fits. “Your sister!” Frankl screamed with a face of scare: “Why, what of her now?” “Frankl, you are frightened: you know, Frankl, _where she is_!” “Me? O, my Good God, what is this! Me, poor sinner, know where your sister is, my Lord King? Why, spare me! spare me, God of Hosts! Why, you've only got to ask yourself the question--” “Listen to me, Frankl”, said Hogarth, bending his blazing brow low over the Jew: “I have searched for that woman through the world, and have not found her. All the time, mind you, I felt convinced that you know where she is; and you may wonder why--years ago--I did not have you seized. I will tell you why: it was because I had a sort of instinct that God, whom I serve continually with tears and prayers, would not fail in His day to show me her face: and to-day you are here. Do you suppose, Frankl, that you will go away without telling me where she is? And in order to hurry you, listen to what I say to your warders--” He touched a button in the balustrade, and to the warders said: “If at any time this man should demand pencil and paper, supply them, and take to your Admiral what he writes. To-day his food shall be fare from your own table; to-morrow three loaves and water; from the third day one loaf and water; till further orders”. Up shot Frankl's shivering arms, while Hogarth, training his ermines and purples, paced away. That was on the day following the Manifesto. XL THE WEDDING