"Afraid of what?" she asked.
"Oh! of the loneliness, and of Jacob Meyer."
"I was born on the veld, Father, and I have always hated London. As for your odd friend, Mr. Meyer, I am not afraid of any man on earth. I have done with men. At the least I will try the place and see how I get on."
"Very well," answered her father with a sigh of relief. "You can always come back, can't you?"
"Yes," she said indifferently. "I suppose that I can always come back."