"It is a sultry night, sir," he said to Colonel Churchill.

"There is a storm brewing .-- Miss Dandridge, your very humble servant!--Mr.Rand--" He held out his hand.

"I am rejoiced to see you recovered!" Rand stood up, and touched the extended hand.

"Thank you," he said, with a smile.

"I were a Turk if I did not recover here amidst all this goodness." "Yes, yes, there's goodness," answered Cary, and moved on to the window where Jacqueline sat in the shadow of the curtains.