good morning!" And then she was gone.

Slotman walked to the window. He looked down and saw a car, by no means
a cheap car, and he knew the value of things, none better. He waited,
unauthorised visitor as he now was, and saw the girl come out, saw the
liveried chauffeur touch his cap to her and hold the door for her, saw
her enter. Presently he saw luggage brought down and placed on the roof
of the limousine, and then the car drove away.

Slotman rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, I'll be hanged! And who the
dickens is General Bartholomew? And why should she go to him, luggage
and all? Is it anything to do with that fellow Alston? Has she accepted
his offer after all?" He shook his head. "No, I don't think so."

The General put his two hands on Joan's shoulders. He looked at her, and
then he kissed her.

"You are very welcome, my dear," he said. "I blame myself, I do indeed.
I ought to have found out where you were long ago. Your father was one
of my dearest friends, God rest his soul. I knew him well, and his dear
little wife too--your mother, my child, one of the loveliest women I
ever saw. And you are like her, as like her as a daughter can be like
her mother. Bless my heart, it takes me back when I see you, takes me
back to the day when Tom married her, the loveliest girl--but I am
forgetting, I am forgetting. You've brought your things?" he asked.
"Hudson, where's Hudson? Ring for Mrs. Weston, that's my housekeeper,
child. She'll look after you. And now you are here, you will stay here
with us for a long time, a very long time. It can't be too long, my
dear. I am a lonely old man, but we'll do our best to make you happy."