For now is all at stake!...'
'"We may recall also the final summing-up by the [Greek: aggelos] of
the Persian defeat--
'"'_Never, on a single day, was there so great a slaying of men._'"'
Elizabeth took down the words, first in Greek and then in English.
They rang in her ears, long after she had transcribed them. The
Squire moved up and down in silence, absorbed apparently in the play
which he went on reading.
Outside the light was failing. It was close on six o'clock, and
summer time had not yet begun.
Suddenly the Squire raised his head.
'That, I think, was the telephone?'
Elizabeth rose--
'May I go? It is probably Captain Dell.'
She hurried away to her office-room, where the call-bell was
insistently ringing.
'Yes--who is that?'
'A telegram please--for Mr. Mannering--from London.'
'Wait a moment--I will tell Mr. Mannering.'
But as she turned to go back to the library she saw the Squire had
followed her, and was standing at the door. He came forward at once
and took up the receiver.
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