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And the town is called Jaff; for on of the sones of Noe, that highte Japhet, founded it; and now it is clept Joppe. And zee schulle undrestonde, that it is on of the oldest townes of the world: for it was founded, before Noes flode. And whoso wil arryve at the firste port of Thire or Surre, that I have spoken of before, may go be londe, zif he wil, to Jerusalem.
Now, if old Jaff would only sit down and write this absurd Odyssey in the vivid manner in which he has related bits of it to me, he would produce the queerest book of travel ever written. But he never will.
He stood before her in the confusion of a schoolboy detected in a lapse from grace, stammering explanations. Then Liosha rose, and I noticed just the faintest little twitching of her lip. "I don't want Jaff Chayne to be made to take me out to dinner against his will." "But God bless my soul! I should love to take you out. I never thought of it because I never take anybody out.
But this sample I haven't struck before and it's the worst of the lot. My God! and only the day before yesterday I took him to be married." "It was fifteen months ago, Jaff, and since then you've plucked hairs out of Prester John's beard, or been entertained by a Viceroy of China, which comes to the same thing. I was right in saying you had no idea of time or space."
But her unflinching bravery and her great heart demanded it. And as I told her, walking nervously about the room, she followed me with her steadfast eyes. "So that's why Jaff Chayne came abroad with me." "I suppose so," said I. "If I had been a man I should have strangled her, or flung her out of the window." "I dare say. But you wouldn't have been Jaff Chayne." "That's true," she assented.
So, dear Jaff Chayne, I must say good-bye and thank you for all your great kindness to me. I am sorry you and Barbara and Hilary don't like Ras, which his real name really is Erasmus, but you will when you know him better. "Yours affectionately, The amazing epistle took my breath away. "Of all the infernal scoundrels!" I cried.
And this is what happened. "Jaff Chayne," she said, "I want to have a word with you. You'll excuse me, Doria, but Jaff Chayne's as much my trustee as he is yours. I have business to talk." Doria eyed her coldly. "Talk as much business as you like, my dear girl. I'm not preventing you." Jaffery strode off with Liosha. As soon as they were out of earshot, she said: "Are you going to marry her?"
"I guess there aren't many things Jaff Chayne can't do in Albania," replied Liosha. "He has the bessas that carry him through and he's as brave as a lion." "I suppose you like brave men?" said Doria. "A woman who married a coward would be a damn fool especially in Albania. I guess there aren't many in my mountains." "I wish you would tell us about your mountains," said Barbara pleasantly.
"His grandfather," said Barbara, "was killed in the Indian Mutiny, and his father in the Zulu War." Liosha didn't care. That only proved an equality. Jaff Chayne had no right to treat her like dirt. He had no right to put a female policeman over her. She was a free woman she wouldn't go out to dinner with Jaff Chayne for a thousand pounds.
He had been considerably impressed by Adrian as the author of a successful novel; but Adrian as a co-treader of the stars with Doria, appeared to him in the light of an immortal. Adrian and I, when alone, laughed over old Jaff, as we had laughed over him for goodness knows how many years.
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