"This is quite splendid!" replied Mollie. "I shall look on Captain Keith with great interest now. Am I to see him to-night?"
"Of course you are. I told him you were coming. He is certain to be in, if not to dinner, very soon afterwards. Here is his photograph."
Kitty sprang up as she spoke, ran to her chest of drawers, took a photograph encased in a neat leather frame from a pile of others, and brought it up to Mollie.
"Here," she said, "look at his face. Is he not splendid?"
Mollie looked. A puzzled expression came into her eyes. It seemed to her that she had seen that face before, she could not recall where.
"What is the matter with you, Mollie?" asked Kitty.
"Nothing; only the face seems familiar."
"Perhaps you have seen him. You must have seen many soldiers at Netley."
"I cannot remember," said Mollie, returning the photograph to Kitty. "Thank you, Kits. He looks very nice, and, I think, even worthy of you. I am glad, after all, you are marrying a soldier, for I mean to devote all my life to them."
"Oh, how splendid of you, Mollie! But I do hope we are not going to have war. It would be too awful to have Gavon away, and his life in danger; and you also, darling Mollie, for of course if we do fight the Boers you will go to South Africa."