It was plain to Jocelyn that Maurice was looking for some one. He
had just come, and was making his way through the crowd. Presently
she managed to touch his elbow.
"Oh, there you are!" he exclaimed; "I want you. Come out of this
room."
He offered her his arm, and together they made their way out of the
crowded room into a smaller apartment where an amateur reciter was
hovering disconsolately awaiting an audience.
"Here," said Maurice, when they were alone, "I have just had this
telegram."
He handed her the thin, white submarine telegraph-form with its
streaks of adhesive text.
"Relief entirely successful. Meredith Joseph returned Loango.
Meredith bad health."
Jocelyn drew a deep breath.
"So that's all right--eh?" said Maurice heartily.
"Yes," answered Jocelyn, "that is all right."
CHAPTER XXX. OLD BIRDS
Angels call it heavenly joy;
Infernal tortures the devils say;
And men? They call it--Love.
"By the way, dear," said Lady Cantourne to her niece the next
afternoon, "I have asked a Miss Gordon to come to tea this
afternoon. I met her last night at the Fitzmannerings. She lives
in Loango and knows Jack. I thought you might like to know her.
She is exceptionally ladylike and rather pretty."
And straightway Miss Millicent Chyne went upstairs to put on her
best dress.
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