suits your convenience, Mrs. Strong," concluded the big-hearted
Englishman, as though the thing were all arranged except the sailing
date.

"Mercy, Lord Tennington, you haven't even given us an opportunity
to thank you, much less decide whether we shall be able to accept
your generous invitation," said Mrs. Strong.

"Why, of course you'll come," responded Tennington. "We'll make as
good time as any passenger boat, and you'll be fully as comfortable;
and, anyway, we all want you, and won't take no for an answer."

And so it was settled that they should sail the following Monday.

Two days out the girls were sitting in Hazel's cabin, looking at
some prints she had had finished in Cape Town. They represented
all the pictures she had taken since she had left America, and the
girls were both engrossed in them, Jane asking many questions, and
Hazel keeping up a perfect torrent of comment and explanation of
the various scenes and people.

"And here," she said suddenly, "here's a man you know. Poor fellow,
I have so often intended asking you about him, but I never have
been able to think of it when we were together." She was holding
the little print so that Jane did not see the face of the man it
portrayed.

"His name was John Caldwell," continued Hazel. "Do you recall him?
He said that he met you in America. He is an Englishman."