Lord Scaife (to his intimates he was known as "Bobbie") stepped forward and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder, whilst his cousin, Miss Julia Crofton, put her arm round the little girl's neck and kissed her impulsively. A few feet away in the background stood the remaining member of the party, Count Morlot. He was a slimly built man of foreign appearance. A slight smile hovered round his lips as he watched the scene.
"'NOTHING WOULD SATISFY THESE ABSURD PEOPLE BUT SEEING THE CHILDREN,' SAID LADY DOROTHY."
"Well, Jim, my lad," began Lord Bobbie, cheerfully, "what has Miss Grahame been driving into your precious young head this morning?"
"Jogruffy," replied Master Jim.
Lord Bobbie bent down over the atlas that was open on the table.
"Africa, eh? Well, it's a great country, particularly the southern part of it. It's where the millionaires come from."
Lady Dorothy took hold of Jim's hand and guided it to a certain part of the map.
"Look, Jim, dear, this map is not up to date, and this piece I'm showing you should be coloured red—British, you know. The country is now——"
"British Kafangaland!" put in little Jim, eagerly.