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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Yes; she died nearly twenty-five years ago in Africa." "Africa whereabouts in Africa?" Then suddenly Jocelyn remembered where she had heard Lady Cantourne's name. It had only been mentioned to her once. And this was the aunt with whom Millicent Chyne lived. This cheery little lady knew Jack Meredith and Guy Oscard; and Millicent Chyne's daily life was part of her existence.
A man who never makes mistakes never makes anything else either. Miss Millicent Chyne was vaguely conscious of success and such a consciousness is apt to make the best of us a trifle elated. It was certainly one of the best balls of the season, and Miss Chyne's dress was, without doubt, one of the most successful articles of its sort there.
The last words were turned into a compliment by the courtly inclination of the head that accompanied them. The exigencies of the moment forced the young people to go with the stream. "Jack," said Sir John, as they passed on, "when you have been deprived of Miss Chyne's society, come and console yourself with a glass of sherry."
"Ah," said Sir John, surreptitiously composing his collar and voluminous necktie, "thank you." He rose and glanced at the clock. It was nearly seven. He had slept through the most miserable hour of Millicent Chyne's life. At the head of the spacious staircase he paused in front of the mirror, half hidden behind exotics, and pressed down his wig behind either ear.
Her own danger, the horror of Maurice's crime, the hatred for Victor Durnovo, were all swallowed up in the sudden call to help Jack Meredith. And Jocelyn found at least a saving excitement in working night and day for the rescue of the man who was to be Millicent Chyne's husband. Maurice aided her loyally.
He looked round the room, with a half-suppressed gleam of searching which was not overlooked by Millicent Chyne's aunt. "It is very good of you to call," she said, "so soon after your poor father's death. You must have had a great deal of trouble and worry. Millicent and I have often talked of you, and sympathised with you. She is out at the moment, but I expect her back almost at once.
Millicent had given way to a sudden panic on the receipt of Guy's note. A telegram calling him to Africa calling with a voice which he obeyed with such alacrity that he had not paused to finish his dinner could only mean that some disaster had happened some disaster to Jack Meredith. And quite suddenly Millicent Chyne's world was emptied of all else but Jack Meredith.
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