The consul looked flustered.
"Um—that's what I came to see you about, General Crandall." He jerked his head around toward the governor with a birdlike pertness. "What are you going to do with this young lady, sir?" Jane waited the answer breathlessly.
"Why—um—really, as far as we're concerned," Sir George answered slowly, "we'd be glad to have her stop here indefinitely. Don't you agree, Helen?"
"Of course; but——"
"It's this way," the consul interrupted Lady Crandall. "I've arranged to get Miss Gerson aboard, provided, of course, you approve."
"You haven't got a cable through regarding her?" the general asked. "Her passports—lost—lot of red tape, of course."
"Not a line from Paris even," Reynolds answered. "Miss Gerson says the ambassador could vouch for her, and——"
"Indeed he could!" Jane started impulsively toward the general. "It was his wife arranged my motor for me and advanced me money."
General Crandall looked down into her eager face indulgently.
"You really are very anxious to sail, Miss Gerson?"