"But not to East Africa, I trust...?" said Maud with some anxiety.
"Maud! You're a toad!"
When two very sad women came to Victoria on an appallingly cold and foggy morning to take leave of Roger—who was departing for Paris-Marseille to join his steamer—they were joined by a third, accompanied by an aloof footman carrying wraps; and books for Roger's solace on the journey. Sibyl put her arm round Lucy's waist, as they were saying farewell; and Roger having kissed his wife—most tenderly—and his sister—hesitated for one second, and then kissed Sibyl too.
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From Roger Brentham to his Wife.
H.B.M. Agency,
Unguja,
March 29, 1891.
[Very near the second anniversary of our happy marriage. Barely two years married and already two children. I wonder how baby Maud is getting on?]
DEAREST LUCE,—