Put yourself in charge of me and your luggage in charge of Rogers and dismiss all thoughts of worry from your mind." "You are so restful," she laughed as we moved off.
Then she scanned my face and said falteringly.

"How thin and worn you look! Are you worse ?" "If you ask me such questions," said I, "I'll leave you with the luggage in charge of Rogers.

I am in resplendent health." She murmured that she wished she could believe me, and took my arm as we walked down the jetty to the waiting cab.
"It's good to hear your voice again," I said.

"It's a lazy voice and fits in with the lazy South." I pointed to the burnous-enveloped Arabs sleeping on the parapet.

"It's out of place in Cadogan Gardens." She laughed her low, rippling laugh.