"Are there any countries in the world left which are strange to so
great a traveler as Lady Muriel Carey?" he said. "The papers
here have been full of your wonderful adventures in South Africa."
She laughed.
"Everything shockingly exaggerated, of course," she declared. "I
have really been plagued to death since I got here with interviewers,
and that sort of person. I wonder if you know how glad I am to see
you again?"
"You are very kind, indeed," he said. "Certainly there was no one
whom I expected less to see over here. You have come for the yacht
races, I suppose?"
She looked at him with a faint smile and raised eyebrows.
"Come," she said, "shall we lie to one another? Is it worth while?
Candour is so much more original."
"Candour by all means then, I beg," he answered.
"I have come over with the Dalkeiths, ostensibly to see the yacht
races. Really I have come to see you."
Mr. Sabin bowed.
"I am delightfully flattered," he murmured.
"I don't exactly mean for the pleasure of gazing into your face
once more," she continued. "I have a mission!"
Mr. Sabin looked up quickly.
"Great heavens! You, too!" he exclaimed.
She nodded.
"Why not?" she asked coolly. "I have been in it for years, you
know, and when I got back from South Africa everything seemed so
terribly slow that I begged for some work to do.
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