I sat alone in the railway carriage and cried with pure thankfulness.

These were comforting tears, for they brought me back to my old common-place self.
My last memory of Africa is my meeting with Tam Dyke.

I caught sight of him in the streets of Cape Town, and running after him, clapped him on the shoulder.

He stared at me as if he had seen a ghost.
'Is it yourself, Davie ?' he cried.

'I never looked to see you again in this world.