CHAPTER VII

CAJOLING THE PRESIDENT There had been a thunderstorm during the night. When Eleuthera finally awoke her first thoughts were heavy with distress. She was dimly conscious of the passage of oppressive sulphurous air, of angry crashing thunderclaps, of rain streaming down the lowered roof of her balcony. Sending her thoughts back, she recalled the fact that she had quarrelled with Alaric, and that some dreary aftertaste of their disagreement remained, even though they had bidden one another an affectionate good night. …