said softly. "Come on out and see the old Sphinx
by moonlight."

They left the piazza, followed by the rest of the party; but the man to
whom the MORNING POST belonged laid it on the table and stayed behind,
lighting a cigar.

Jane rose from her chair and came towards him.

"May I look at your paper?" she said abruptly.

"Certainly," he replied, with ready courtesy. Then, looking more
closely at her: "Why, certainly, Miss Champion. And how do you do? I
did not know you were in these parts."

"Ah, General Loraine! Your face seemed familiar, but I had not
recognised you, either. Thanks, I will borrow this if I may. And don't
let me keep you from your friends. We shall meet again by and by."

Jane waited until the whole party had passed out of sight and until the
sound of their voices and laughter had died away in the distance. Then
she returned to her chair, the place where Garth had seemed so near.
She looked once more at the Sphinx and at the huge pyramid in the
moonlight.

Then she took up the paper and opened it.

"Enable with perpetual light
The dulness of our blinded sight."

Yes--it was Garth Dalmain--HER Garth, of the adoring shining eyes--who
lay at his house in the North; blind, helpless, and alone.

CHAPTER XIV

IN DERYCK'S SAFE CONTROL

The white cliffs of Dover gradually became more solid and distinct,
until at length they rose from the sea, a strong white wall, emblem of
the undeniable purity of England, the stainless honour and integrity of
her throne, her church, her parliament, her courts of justice, and her
dealings at home and abroad, whether with friend or foe. "Strength and
whiteness," thought Jane as she paced the steamer's deck; and after a
two years' absence her heart went out to her native land. Then Dover
Castle caught her eye, so beautiful in the pearly light of that spring
afternoon. Her mind leaped to enjoyment, then fell back stunned by the
blow of quick remembrance, and Jane shut her eyes.

All beautiful sights brought this pang to her heart since the reading
of that paragraph on the piazza of the Mena House Hotel.

An hour after she had read it, she was driving down the long straight
road to Cairo; embarked at Alexandria the next day; landed at Brindisi,
and this night and day travelling had brought her at last within sight
of the shores of England. In a few minutes she would set foot upon
them, and then there would be but two more stages to her journey.