"Mr.Hugh Johnstone is quite ill at his house, and has been sending all over for you." "Ah! This is grave news" ostentatiously cried Hawke.

"I'll drive over at once." And then he fled away, leaving the gay loiterers still discussing the lovely anonyma whose advent was now the one sensation of the hour.
"Who the devil can her friends be ?" "She plays a bold game," mused the startled Major.
On her return to the marble house, Justine Delande had been welcomed by the anxious-eyed apparition of Nadine Johnstone, who burst into her room in a storm of tears.

"I have been so frightened," she cried as she clasped her returning governess in her trembling grasp.
"My father has just had a terrible seizure--an attack while riding out on business.

He will see no one but Doctor McMorris, and besides, he has the old jewel merchant searching all over Delhi for Major Hawke.

You must not leave me a moment, Justine." "Is he better ?" demanded Justine, with guilty qualms.
"He is resting now, but he will not be quieted till he sees this strange man," answered the disconsolate girl.
"How beautiful she is," mused the Swiss woman, as Nadine Johnstone sat with parted lips relating the excitements of the morning.