Bob was welcomed by Mrs. Pottle at Yokohama literally with open arms. He had never been so much fussed over in his life as he was during the next few days. His health had improved with the voyage; but he was still only the shadow of his former self, and Mrs. Pottle showed that she had undertaken in all earnestness the duties of nurse. Bob found her energy rather trying, but he endured her ministrations with patience, for they were alleviated by the presence of Ethel Charteris, whose enthusiasm was displayed in a quieter and more winning manner. Mrs. Pottle was by no means short-sighted, and after a time she began to leave Bob more and more in her niece’s hands, much to his contentment. One day she returned from her usual morning expedition through the town accompanied by a stranger—a tall grizzled gentleman, sparse, keen, yet bearing an undefinable resemblance to the lady. Ethel was seated at Bob’s side on the veranda of the hotel when she saw the two figures approaching. "Good gracious! It’s poppa!" she exclaimed, and fled to meet him. Mrs. Pottle came up first, rustling in Japanese silk under a chrysanthemum parasol. "See what you’re responsible for!" she exclaimed. "Here’s my brother, Andrew B. Charteris, come right out to fetch us. Says he couldn’t make head or tale of our letters, and couldn’t size up the attractions of Yokohama, and so he’s left his business in a critical situation to see what his sister and daughter are doing. I hope you and Andrew will get along, Mr. Fawcett. He’s a silent man, but a real good hand at taking stock of things. Here he is." Mr. Andrew B. Charteris came up with Ethel clinging to his arm. The introductions were made. "Heard a lot about you, sir," said Mr. Charteris. "Real glad to meet you in the flesh." "There, Andrew, you don’t mean anything; but if you had known Mr. Fawcett before, you wouldn’t have said just that. Poor boy! he’s little enough flesh on his bones now." "H’m! Nature has wonderful recuperative powers," said Mr. Charteris, who after this profound remark walked on into the hotel with his daughter. A week passed—a time of quiet enjoyment to Bob, who had still more of Ethel’s company now that Mrs. Pottle had her brother to pilot round, as she put it. There was only one drawback to his happiness. One day he was surprised by a visit from a high court functionary, who had come to command his attendance at the palace in Tokio at a certain hour next day. Bob made a wry face when the functionary was gone. He guessed that this unexpected honour was due to General Kuroki’s report to the Mikado, and was sufficiently boyish yet to hate all fuss, as he told Ethel. "I think you are quite wrong," she replied. "You have done splendidly, and it is only right that the Mikado should thank you himself. Why, I know young men in San Francisco who’d give their eyes to be invited to see a real live emperor."