Jocelyn and I are off home for two months' change of air.

I have been a bit seedy.

I leave this at the Bungalow, and we shall feel hurt if you do not make the house your home whenever you happen to come down to Loango.

I have left a similar note for Oscard, in whose expedition to your relief I have all faith .-- Yours ever, "MAURICE GORDON." "Here," said Meredith to his servant, "you may as well read it for yourself." He handed the letter to Joseph and leant back with a strange rapidity of movement on the sofa.

As he lay there with his eyes closed he looked remarkably like a dead man.
While Joseph was reading the letter the sound of bare feet on the cocoa-leaf matting made him turn round.
A small, rotund white figure of a child, clad in a cotton garment, stood in the doorway, finger in mouth, gazing gravely at the two occupants of the room.
"Nestorius!" exclaimed Joseph, "by all that's holy! Well, I AM glad to see you, my son.