And once a week or so he would tackle Leslie about the Christianity business, till Leslie at last gave in.
Campanula went to the missionary day school, the prettiest school child in the world under her scarlet umbrella pictured with flying storks.
Leslie went away sometimes for weeks, leaving her in charge of the Mousmés and leaving Mac with instructions to keep an eye on her welfare.
For the first eight months or so of this new life he was amused and interested, the beauty of the country, the quaintness of the people, the new conditions of life, kept him from thinking much about the past or troubling about the future.
Then came reaction. A craving came on him to see England once again, a veritable home-sickness that was not to be denied.
He made a journey to London. He only spent a fortnight there; every one he had known in the past was either gone or dead. He belonged to no club. It was a miserable fortnight, and every day of it Japan called him back.
When he returned, he told himself that he had done with the West for ever. Just as men sometimes tell themselves they have done for ever with sin, folly, or love.
PART TWO