got him on, and the friendship of a great lady ... but then _what_ scandal-mongers _men_ were! And _how_ jealous of one another! Mrs. Bazzard’s husband had got _his_ commission through sheer, outstanding ability, yet at the time people said the most _horrid_ things, both of him and her.... But Lord Wiltshire had remained unshaken, knowing Spencer’s value; and undoubtedly held him in view for a very important post in Africa as soon as he should have inducted Captain Brentham into his duties. Lunch came in due course and was eaten in better appetite by most of the passengers. It was served with coarse plenty, on a lower-middle-class standard of selection and cuisine. It was a sunny afternoon when the _Jeddah_ anchored in Plymouth harbour. The passengers were informed they might spend four hours on shore, so Captain Brentham proposed to Lucy and to Mrs. Bazzard that he should take them under his escort and give them their last chance of eating a decent dinner at an English hotel. Mrs. Bazzard accepted with a gush of thanks and a determination to commence a discreet flirtation with the acting Consul-General, who was undoubtedly a handsome man. Lucy assented simply to the proposition. She was still a little dazed in the dawn of her new life. But as she went off with the others in the tug she put aside as an unreasonable absurdity any idea of flight to the railway station and a return home. It was a great stay to her home-sickness that there should be on board some one she knew who almost shared her home country, who had actually met people she had met, and who would carry this home knowledge out with him to the same region in Africa as that she was going to. This removed the sting of her regret and remedied her sense of utter friendlessness in the wilds. Was he not actually to be _her_ Consul? These reflections caused her to sit down in the Hotel Writing Room, whilst dinner was being got ready, and Mrs. Bazzard was titivating, and dash off a hasty letter to "dearest mother" informing her of the brighter outlook. Her mother, overjoyed at this silver lining to the cloud of bereavement, spread the news; and so it reached Englefield, where Lord Silchester was spending the Easter recess. He retailed it to Sibyl ... who stamped her foot on the library carpet and said: "_There_! _Didn’t_ I predict it? I _said_ he’d fall in love with a missionaryess!" "And why not, my love?" replied Lord Silchester. "What if he does?"