A DELICATE DUTY
now I'll go to my room and rest. I'm very tired. Give me your arm, Lepage, and come and make me comfortable."
Lepage did not offer his arm. He was not looking at the King, nor listening to him; his eyes and his ears were for General Stenovics. Stenovics rose now and pointed his finger at Lepage.
"That, sir, is the man," said he.
"Lepage!" cried the King, and sank heavily into his seat with a bewildered face. Lepage—his familiar —the man he trusted!
