Presently Mortimer withdrew his head and shoulders from the compartment, and turned towards the counter. It should be added that the various communications suggested by Koko had all been condemned as worthless by the Long ’Un, who, with some pains, had finally evolved the following bald and uninspiring message: "_Annie arrives nine to-night. Please meet. Jim._" Koko turned towards the counter at the same time as Jim, and as he did so his face underwent a striking change. For there, gazing ardently upon him, sat Miss Rose Cook. In a flash Koko took in the situation, and saw that here was Jim’s chance. He could introduce Jim straight away. It was too late to stop Jim from sending the telegram, for he was already handing in the message and gazing with undisguised admiration at Miss Maybury. And as Miss Maybury bent her beautiful head over the form, and with a swiftly moving--far too swiftly moving--pencil, proceeded to count the words thereon, Jim’s heart thumped wildly against his ribs, Jim’s brain seemed to reel, and Jim fell head over ears--hopelessly, irretrievably---IN LOVE. *CHAPTER V.* *JIM REJOICES.* Five minutes later Jim Mortimer was sailing down Milverton Street in a state of mild delirium. Instead of having to wait for months for an opportunity of becoming acquainted with the girl whose face had so captivated his fancy, the whole thing had been accomplished in a briefer time than it takes to write of it. Koko it was who had effected this desirable consummation--Koko who had offered up himself on the altar of friendship. Koko saw as plain as daylight that Miss Cook was exceedingly pleased to see him, and knew that the introduction he contemplated would result in his having to meet with undesirable frequency a lady in whom he took no interest whatever. A few words of greeting were exchanged; then Miss Cook--who had an axe of her own to grind--introduced him to Miss Maybury, and then, as a matter of course, Koko made Mortimer known to the two girls. Dora Maybury! So that was her name! What a sweet name! _Dora_! The Long ’Un dwelt lovingly on those two dear syllables. He proceeded to murmur the name in an abstracted manner until they reached St Matthew’s Hospital. Here Jim’s hosts of friends greeted him in the heartiest fashion, and bottled beer flowed freely in the students’ common-room. Koko knew many of Jim’s friends, and always enjoyed himself when in the company of the light-hearted happy-go-lucky crew at "Matt’s." Jim sat down and rattled off a comic song on a piano which, by reason of much hard usage, had long since lost its purity of tone. Jim played cleverly by ear; and, as he could sing songs by the score, he was consequently the star artiste of "Matt’s."