"How—if it was really meant for me?"
She hesitated a moment, and then, raising her head, she met his insistent look with a curious smile.
"It was given because I thought you were perhaps, in a way, and as far as it was possible for you, like the great soldiers of fortune we talked about."
Walthew made her a ceremonious bow.
"You set me a pretty big task, señorita, but, as far as it's possible for me, I will try to make good."
He was thrilled by the look she gave him as she rose and held out her hand.
"Your conversion begins," she said, with a strange, new note in her voice. "It is a chivalrous resolve, and—you will live up to it, señor."
When she left him, Walthew found Grahame alone in the hotel lounge.
"I promised to let you know whether the malaria would send me home or not," he said. "I've made up my mind to see the business through."
Grahame grasped his hand cordially.