over her periodically, like a madness, and she rushes home from the
ends of the earth. That's happened three times. It's the most
erratic and incalculable thing about her. But going home doesn't
answer."

"I should hardly have thought it would."

"Except that she's got the control of more money now. Tell you how
it happened. The last time she went home she found the poor little
Colonel making his little will. He asked her point-blank what she
meant to do with the property when he was in his little grave. He
must have had an inkling. And Frida, who is honesty itself, said she
didn't know, but she rather thought she would sell it and make for
the unexplored. Then he was frightened, and made her make a solemn
vow never to do anything of the kind. Somehow the property seems to
have recovered itself, with all she put into it; anyhow, after that,
it managed to disgorge another thousand a year. So Frida's more
independent than ever."

Durant made an impatient movement that nearly sent him overboard to
the bottom of the sea, where, indeed, he wished that Frida Tancred's
thousands were lying. Georgie noticed the movement, and blushed for
the first time in their acquaintance.

"Just look at those children," said she, "they simply adore Frida.
It's odd, but she's got the most curious power of making people
adore her. I don't know what she does to them, but waiters,
policemen, porters, customhouse officers, they're all the same. The
people in the hotels we stayed in adored her. So did the Arabs up
the Nile and the Soudanese in the desert, so did the Kaffirs on the
veldt and the coolies that carried her up the Himalayas--and she's
no light weight, is Frida."

Georgie paused while her fancy followed Frida in delightful
retrospect. Durant said nothing, he sat waiting for her to go on.
She went on.

"Women, too--I've seen them hanging about drafty corridors for hours
on the off chance of seeing her. There was a dreadful girl we knew
in Paris, who used to grovel on her doormat and weep because she
said Frida wouldn't speak to her. Frida loathed her, but she was
awfully nice to her till one day when she tripped over her on the
mat. Then she wasn't nice to her at all; she hauled her up by the
belt, and told her to get up and go away and never make such a fool
of herself again."

Georgie cast at Durant a look that said, "That's how our Frida deals
with obstructives!"

"And where was all this remarkable fascination five years a