Joseph was already before the door, leading the horse which Maurice Gordon had placed at his visitor's disposal.
"I will lay the warning to heart," he said, standing in front of Jocelyn and looking down at her as she lay back in the deep basket-chair.

She was simply dressed in white--as was her wont, for it must be remembered that they were beneath the Equator--a fair English maiden, whose thoughts were hidden behind a certain gracious, impenetrable reserve.
"I will lay it to heart, although you have not uttered it.

But I have always known with what sort of man I was dealing.

We serve each other's purpose, that is all; and he knows that as well as I do." "I am glad Mr.Oscard is going with you," she answered guardedly.
He waited a moment.

It seemed as if she had not done speaking--as if there was another thought near the surface.