"But," he said, "there was no one in Loango connected with the
scheme who"--he paused, touching her sleeve with a bony finger--"who
sent the telegram home to young Oscard--the telegram calling him out
to Jack's relief?"
"Oh," she explained lightly, "I did. My brother was away, so there
was no one else to do it, you see!"
"Yes--I see."
And perhaps he did.
Lady Cantourne helped them skilfully. But there came a time when
Millicent would stand it no longer, and the amiable Grubb wriggled
out of the room, crushed by a too obvious dismissal.
Sir John rose at once, and when Millicent reached them they were
talking of the previous evening's entertainment.
Sir John took his leave. He bowed over Jocelyn's hand, and
Millicent, watching them keenly, could see nothing--no gleam of a
mutual understanding in the politely smiling eyes.
"Perhaps," he said, "I may have the pleasure of meeting you again?"
"I am afraid it is doubtful," she answered, with something that
sounded singularly like exultation in her voice. "We are going back
to Africa almost at once."
And she, also, took her leave of Lady Cantourne.
CHAPTER XXXI. SEED-TIME
What Fate does, let Fate answer for.
One afternoon Joseph had his wish. Moreover he had it given to him
even as he desired, which does not usually happen.
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