And, by the way, I'm glad we are on our course again." He entered, and sat down.

Belle Treherne bowed to me gravely, and smiled slightly.

The smile was not peculiarly hospitable.

I knew perfectly well that to convince her of the reality of my growing admiration for her would be no easy task; but I was determined to base my new religion of the affections upon unassailable canons, and I felt that now I could do best by waiting and proving myself.
While I was arranging some medicine for Mr.Treherne, and advising him on care against chills in a hot climate, he suddenly broke in with: "Dr.
Marmion, Captain Ascott tells me that we shall get to Aden by Tuesday morning next.

Now, I was asked by a friend of mine in London to visit the grave of a son of his--a newspaper correspondent--who was killed in one of the expeditions against the native tribes, and was buried in the general cemetery at Aden.