"You'll have soldiers?"
"We shall call 'em police," he corrected, smiling.
"Yes; but they keep everybody down, and—and do as you order?"
"If not, I shall ask 'em why."
"And the natives?"
"Civilise 'em."
"You—you'll be governor?"
"Oh, dear, no. Local administrator."
She laughed in his face; and a grim smile from him seemed to justify her.
"I'm glad I sent the telegram," she half-whispered, lying back in the chair and looking up at him. "I shall have had something to do with all that, shan't I? Do you want any more money?"