I only write this because they say here you are not coming back as Consul. I am sorry. Why not then come out on your own? I’ve opened your letter to Mrs. Stott, which came with the tea, and _right glad_ I was to hear—and so will she be—that you’d married poor Lucy Baines. _Right glad_. Bring her out here with you, and Mrs. Stott shall look after her whilst you go round prospecting and staking out your claims. We may not see eye to eye over the Lord’s work. The Lord hasn’t revealed himself to you yet as He has to us. He will in His own good time. But you’ve got the root of the matter in you. I never yet met an unbeliever who was so reverent and so tender of other people’s beliefs.... You’re a good man, if you’ll forgive my saying so. You wouldn’t ever interfere with our work here, I know. It’s getting on _grand_. We baptized the Chief of the Wambugwe and fifty of his men in the Lake at Manyara just before you left, and please God, we’ve saved the whole valley from Islam. Mrs. Stott had always a first-class opinion of you, though you weren’t of our way of thinking in religion. She is sure you’ll always stand up for the natives and protect their rights. I hope I haven’t been taking a liberty, writing this letter. If you don’t like to come out yourself, any one you sent we should trust to do the right thing and would show him round. Otherwise, we have been careful to say _nothing_ about the Happy Valley, and so far no Arabs and no Germans have troubled us. May God’s blessing rest on you and on your sorely tried wife. I feel sure there are happier days in store for her. Your sincere friend—if you’ll allow me to say so. JAMES EWART STOTT. In regard to the School of Mines Report, Roger for acquitment of conscience and because he always liked to do the right thing, sent a résumé of Professor Rutter’s analysis to the F.O., stating that the specimens referred to had been picked up by him on his recent tour through the interior of German East Africa. In reply, the Under Secretary of State Was directed to thank Captain Brentham for this valuable information. In reality it was decided to pigeon-hole the report, certainly to give it no publicity. Let the Germans find out for themselves the value of their territories. If they discovered they had bitten off more than they could chew, why ... then.... In January, 1890, Lucy was delivered of a son. Roger was hugely delighted. When he asked Lucy a week after the birth if she had any preference for a name—_her_ father’s, _his_ father’s, his own—she said in a faint voice but with some finality in the accent: "Let him be called ’John’!" Then, as he did not reply, she added, "John loved me and I wasn’t worthy of his love...." "Well, and don’t _I_ love you?" answered Roger with a tinge of compunction.