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She was glad, of course, very glad, if he were relieved from anxiety.... So did she free herself and him from a burdensome gratitude; and they passed to discussing the latest chances of the Mokembe appointment.
The Times of the following morning duly contained the announcement of the appointment of Captain Warkworth, D.S.O., of the Queen's Grays, to the command of the military mission to Mokembe recently determined on by her Majesty's government.
"By-the-way, I heard somebody mention his name last night for this Mokembe mission," said Sir Wilfrid, helping himself to tea-cake. "Oh, that's quite undecided," said the General, sharply. "There is no immediate hurry for a week or two, and the government must send the best man possible." "No doubt," said Sir Wilfrid. It interested him to observe that Mademoiselle Le Breton was no longer pale.
Meredith's paper, The New Rambler, was there also; and, with the paper-knife still in its leaves, the journal of the latest French traveller in Mokembe, a small "H.W." inscribed in the top right-hand corner of its gray cover. Julie finished her Stores order with a sigh of relief. Then she wrote half a dozen business notes, and prepared a few checks for Lady Henry's signature.
A certain eminent colonel, professor at the Staff College, was being freely named in the papers for the Mokembe mission. Never was it more necessary for her to keep all the threads of her influence in good working order.
Meanwhile " he smiled and bent his black head towards her "look in to-morrow's papers for some interesting news." He sprang into his hansom and was gone. Julie went slowly up-stairs. Of course she understood. The long intrigue had reached its goal, and within twelve hours the Times would announce the appointment of Captain Warkworth, D.S.O., to the command of the Mokembe military mission.
"He wants the special mission to Mokembe, as I understand," said Delafield, after a moment. "But several other people want it too." "Indeed!" Sir Wilfrid nodded reflectively. "So there is to be one! Well, it's about time. The travellers of the other European firms have been going it lately in that quarter. Jacob, your mademoiselle also is a bit of an intriguer!"
"He will do this piece of work that we have given him to do extremely well." "The Mokembe mission?" Montresor nodded. "He had very considerable claims, and was appointed entirely on his military record. All the tales as to Mademoiselle's influence with me, for instance that Lady Henry has been putting into circulation are either absurd fiction or have only the very smallest foundation in fact."
"Oh, Mokembe!" said Lord Lackington, a little abashed. "That's where Cecil Ray, Lord R's second son, was killed last year lion-hunting? No, it was of fever that he died. By-the-way, a vile climate!" "In the plains, yes," said Warkworth, seating himself. "As to the uplands, I understand they are to be the Switzerland of Africa." Lord Lackington did not appear to listen.
But it added the information that Warkworth had been buried in the neighborhood of a certain village on the caravan route to Mokembe, and that special pains had been taken to mark the spot. And the message concluded: "Fine fellow. Hard luck. Everybody awfully sorry here." These words brought Delafield a sudden look of passionate gratitude from Julie's dark and sunken eyes.
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