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“Come and rest on this chest a moment, Patricia,” he said, on taking his departure next day, when she had telephoned to the garage, “to give me my orders. You are going to make me happier than I have been since you told me that you liked me too much to love me.”

Lady Brandon seated herself beside Lawrence and all but loved him for his chivalrous devotion, his unselfishness, his gentle strength, and utter trustworthiness.

“We have sat here before, George,” she said, smiling, and, as he took her hand:

“Listen, my dear. This is what I want you to do for me. Just nothing at all. The ‘Blue Water’ is not at Zinderneuf, nor anywhere else in Africa. Where Michael is I do not know. What that paper means, I cannot tell. And thank you so much for wanting to help me, and for asking no questions. And now, good-bye, my dear, dear friend....”

“Good-bye, my dearest dear,” said George Lawrence, most sorely puzzled, and went out to the door a sadder but not a wiser man.