“Yes, but they would not have been much good without all your care before they came. I had turned the corner a week ago--I felt it myself.” Joseph grinned--an honest, open grin of self-satisfaction. He was not one of those persons who like their praise bestowed with subtlety. “Wonderful!” he repeated to himself as he went to the well in the garden for his master's bath-water. “Wonderful! but I don't understand things--not bein' a marryin' man.” During the last few days Jack's progress had been rapid enough even to satisfy Joseph. The doctor expressed himself fully reassured, and even spoke of returning no more. But he repeated his wish that Jack should leave for England without delay. “He is quite strong enough to be moved now,” he finished by saying. “There is no reason for further delay.” “No,” answered Jocelyn, to whom the order was spoken. “No--none. We will see that he goes by the next boat.” The doctor paused. He was a young man who took a strong--perhaps too strong--a personal interest in his patients. Jocelyn had walked with him as far as the gate, with only a parasol to protect her from the evening sun. They were old friends. The doctor's wife was one of Jocelyn's closest friends on the Coast. “Do you know anything about Meredith's future movements?” he asked. “Does he intend to come out here again?” “I could not tell you. I do not think they have settled yet. But I think that when he gets home he will probably stay there.” “Best thing he can do--best thing he can do. It will never do for him to risk getting another taste of malaria--tell him so, will you? Good-bye.” “Yes, I will tell him.” And Jocelyn Gordon walked slowly back to tell the man she loved that he must go away from her and never come back. The last few days had been days of complete happiness. There is no doubt that women have the power of enjoying the present to a greater degree than men. They can live in the bliss of the present moment with eyes continually averted from the curtain of the near future which falls across that bliss and cuts it off. Men allow the presence of the curtain to mar the present brightness.