She wouldn't like cablegrams and other things coming between you and her command--even when Dr.Jim's riding out of Matabeleland on the Rand for to free the slaves." Stafford's words were playful, but there was, almost unknown to himself, a strange little note of discontent and irony behind.
Byng laughed.

"But I'll be able to tell her more, perhaps, if I go to my rooms first." "You are going to see her, then ?" "Certainly.

There's nothing to do till we get news of Jameson at bay in a conga or balled up at a kopje." Thrusting the delicately perfumed letter in his pocket, he nodded, and was gone.
"I was going to see her myself," thought Stafford, "but that settles it.

It will be easier to go where duty calls instead, since Byng takes my place.

Why, she told me to come to-day at this very hour," he added, suddenly, and paused in his walk towards the door.
"But I want no triangular tea-parties," he continued to reflect....
"Well, there'll be work to do at the Foreign Office, that's sure.
France, Austria, Russia can spit out their venom now and look to their mobilization.