His voice was triumphant.
“But whatever my actual title,” he continued, “I shall have power, power over the people who have despised me, power over those who have sneered and scoffed, who have thought me clever but not quite distinguished enough to grace their dining tables!”
“So – you are a – traitor,” Sylvina said accusingly.
“Yes, a traitor,” Mr. Cuddington boasted, “and one whom they could not unmask. Now in a short time, perhaps tomorrow, they will learn to their cost that I am not a man to be ignored or treated with disdain.”
“I only hope you get – your deserts, sir,” Sylvina said bitterly. “But at least do not involve me in your treachery. I am English – and proud of it. My father served our country all his life and my brother was in the Army. Do you think I can look at you with
