As may be imagined, I, the Editor, was considerably astonished when I
received this letter and the accompanying bundle of closely-written MSS.
To me also it was as though my old friend had risen from the grave and
once more stood before me, telling some history of his stormy and tragic
past in that quiet, measured voice that I have never been able to
forget.

The first manuscript I read was that entitled "Marie." It deals with
Mr. Quatermain's strange experiences when as a very young man he
accompanied the ill-fated Pieter Retief and the Boer Commission on an
embassy to the Zulu despot, Dingaan. This, it will be remembered, ended
in their massacre, Quatermain himself and his Hottentot servant Hans
being the sole survivors of the slaughter. Also it deals with another
matter more personal to himself, namely, his courtship of and marriage
to his first wife, Marie Marais.

Of this Marie I never heard him speak, save once. I remember that on a
certain occasion--it was that of a garden fete for a local charity--I
was standing by Quatermain when someone introduced to him a young girl
who was staying in the neighborhood and had distinguished herself by
singing very prettily at the fete. Her surname I forget, but her
Christian name was Marie. He started when he heard it, and asked if she
were French. The young lady answered No, but only of French extraction
through her grandmother, who also was called Marie.

"Indeed?" he said. "Once I knew a maiden not unlike you who was also of
French extraction and called Marie. May you prove more fortunate in
life than she was, though better or nobler you can never be," and he
bowed to her in his simple, courtly fashion, then turned away.