He handed her the thin, white submarine telegraph-form with its streaks of adhesive text.

“Relief entirely successful. Meredith Joseph returned Loango. Meredith bad health.”

Jocelyn drew a deep breath.

“So that's all right—eh?” said Maurice heartily.

“Yes,” answered Jocelyn, “that is all right.”

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CHAPTER XXX. OLD BIRDS

Angels call it heavenly joy;
Infernal tortures the devils say;
And men? They call it—Love.

“By the way, dear,” said Lady Cantourne to her niece the next afternoon, “I have asked a Miss Gordon to come to tea this afternoon. I met her last night at the Fitzmannerings. She lives in Loango and knows Jack. I thought you might like to know her. She is exceptionally ladylike and rather pretty.”

And straightway Miss Millicent Chyne went upstairs to put on her best dress.