IN DERYCK'S SAFE CONTROL The white cliffs of Dover gradually became more solid and distinct, until at length they rose from the sea, a strong white wall, emblem of the undeniable purity of England, the stainless honour and integrity of her throne, her church, her parliament, her courts of justice, and her dealings at home and abroad, whether with friend or foe.

"Strength and whiteness," thought Jane as she paced the steamer's deck; and after a two years' absence her heart went out to her native land.

Then Dover Castle caught her eye, so beautiful in the pearly light of that spring afternoon.

Her mind leaped to enjoyment, then fell back stunned by the blow of quick remembrance, and Jane shut her eyes.
All beautiful sights brought this pang to her heart since the reading of that paragraph on the piazza of the Mena House Hotel.
An hour after she had read it, she was driving down the long straight road to Cairo; embarked at Alexandria the next day; landed at Brindisi, and this night and day travelling had brought her at last within sight of the shores of England.

In a few minutes she would set foot upon them, and then there would be but two more stages to her journey.