Of course you are Mr.Meredith ?" "I am," replied Jack, taking the hand she held out; it was a small white hand--small without being frail or diaphanous.

"And you are Miss Gordon, I suppose?
I am sorry Gordon is away, but no doubt we shall be able to find somewhere to put up." "You need not do that," she said quietly.

"This is Africa, you know.

You can quite well stay with us, although Maurice is away until to-morrow." "Sure ?" he asked.
"Quite!" she answered.
She was tall and fair, with a certain stateliness of carriage which harmonised wonderfully with a thoughtful and pale face.

She was not exactly pretty, but gracious and womanly, with honest blue eyes that looked on men and women alike.