His heart was throbbing with a tremulous joy, and his lordship's sneers were lost on him.

But he could not fail to note the malignant purpose of the parting sentence.
In his quietly masterful way he placed his hand on the baronet's shoulder.
"What did Lord Ventnor mean ?" he asked.
Sir Arthur Deane answered, with a calm smile--"It is difficult to talk openly at this moment.

Wait until we reach the hotel." The news flew fast through the settlement that H.M.S._Orient_ had returned from her long search for the _Sirdar_.

The warship occupied her usual anchorage, and a boat was lowered to take off the passengers.

Lieutenant Playdon went ashore with them.