"I believe you think I've shed mine." "Why?" "I don't know." Her eyes wandered about the room. "Everything just the same." "Then Africa really has made a great difference?" The alert look that Mrs. Mansfield knew so well came into Charmian's face despite her fatigue. "Who thought it would?" "Well, you've never been out of Europe before." "You did?" "Wouldn't it be natural if I had fancied it might?" "Perhaps. But it was only the very edge of Africa. I never went beyond Mustapha Superieur. I didn't even want to go. I wonder if Susan Fleet did." "Do you think so?" "I'm afraid I didn't think very much about it. But I begin to wonder now. I think she's so unselfish that perhaps she makes other people selfish." "You made great friends, didn't you?" "Yes. I think she's rather wonderful. She's very unlike other women. She seemed actually glad to give me the address of the place where she gets her coats and skirts. If Theosophy made more women like that I should wish it to spread like cholera in the alleys of Naples. Madre, don't mind me! I was really ill coming across. My head feels all light and empty." She put up her hands to her temples. "It's as if everything in my poor little brain-box had been shaken about." "Poor child! And I've been very inconsiderate." "Inconsiderate? How?" "About to-night." "You haven't accepted a party for me?" "It isn't so bad as that. But I've invited someone to dinner." "Mother!" Charmian looked genuinely surprised. "Not Aunt Kitty!" Aunt Kitty was a sister of Mrs. Mansfield's whom Charmian disliked. "Oh, no--Claude Heath." After a slight but perceptible pause, Charmian said: "Mr. Heath. Oh, you asked him for to-night before you knew I should be here. I see." "No, I didn't. I thought he would like to hear about your African experiences. I asked him after your telegram came." Charmian got up slowly, and stood where she could see herself in a mirror without seeming intent on looking in the glass. Her glance to it was very swift and surreptitious, and she spoke, to cover it perhaps. "I'm afraid I've got very little to tell about Algiers that could interest Mr. Heath. Would you mind very much if I gave it up and dined in bed?" "Do just as you like. It was stupid of me to ask him. I suppose I acted on impulse without thinking first." "What time is dinner?" "Eight as usual." "I'll lie down and rest and then see how I feel. I'll go now. Nice to be with you again, dearest Madre!" She bent down and kissed her mother's cheek. The touch of her lips just then was not quite pleasant to Mrs. Mansfield. When she was in her bedroom alone, Charmian took off her hat, and, without touching her hair, looked long and earnestly into the glass that stood on her dressing-table. Then she bent down and put her face close to the glass. "I look dreadful!" was her comment.