There was a moment's hesitation in
her mind. Women are always merciful when happy. Josephine was very happy,
and Peter Phipps showed signs in his bearing and in the lines upon his
face that he was not the man of six months ago. She smiled very slightly
and bowed, a greeting which Phipps returned with a smile which was almost
of gratitude. The Cabinet Minister, who had met Phipps and remembered
little of his history, followed Josephine's lead; also the American,
who had known him in New York. Phipps was holding his head a little
higher as he went out.
In ten minutes he returned. He carried a small packet in his hand, which
he laid down before his nephew.
"Try one," he invited.
Stanley Rees withdrew one of the long cigars from its paper covering.
"Did you go all the way back to the hotel to fetch these?" he asked
incredulously.
Phipps shook his head.
"I went to fetch my revolver," he said. "I meant to shoot Wingate. But
did you see her, Stanley? She nodded to me--actually smiled!"
"What of it?" the young man asked.
"You're a fool," his uncle replied. "Pass the brandy."
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