She knew, namely, that Maurice Gordon was a different man when Jack Meredith was in Loango.

From Meredith's presence he seemed to gather a sense of security and comfort even as she did--a sense which in herself she understood (for women analyse love), but which in her brother puzzled her.
"Well, old chap," said Maurice, "glad to see you.

I AM glad to see you.

Thank Heaven you were bowled over by that confounded malaria, for otherwise we should have missed you." "That is one way of looking at it," answered Meredith.

But he did not go so far as to say that it was a way which had not previously suggested itself to him.
"Of course it is.