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be content to remain mistress of the Windless Isles。 Nor； indeed； did he
longer care to be master there； now that he had inhaled this quick； stirring
breath from the outer world。 He would resign； and return and mix with
the world again。 He would enter Parliament； a man so well acquainted as
himself with the Gold Coast of Africa and with the trade of the West
Indies must always be of value in the Lower House。 This value would be
recognized； no doubt； and he would become at first an Under…Secretary for
the Colonies； and then； in time； Colonial Secretary and a cabinet minister。
She would like that； he thought。 And after that place had been reached；
all things were possible。 For years he had not dreamed such dreamsnot
since he had been a clerk in the Foreign Office。 They seemed just as
possible now as they had seemed real then； and just as near。 He felt it
was all absolutely in his own hands。
He descended to the dining…room with the air of a man who already
felt the cares of high responsibility upon his shoulders。 His head was
erect and his chest thrown forward。 He was ten years younger； his
manner was alert； assured； and gracious。 As he passed through the halls
he was impatient of the familiar settings of Government House； they
seemed to him like the furnishings of a hotel where he had paid his bill；
and where his luggage was lying strapped for departure in the hallway。
In his library he saw on his table a number of papers lying open
waiting for his signature； the dog…tax among the others。 He smiled to
remember how important it had seemed to him in the pastin that past of
indolence and easy content。 Now he was on fire to put this rekindled
ambition to work； to tell the woman who had lighted it that it was all from
her and for her； that without her he had existed； that now he had begun to
live。
They had never found him so delighful｛sic｝ as he appeared that night。
He was like a man on the eve of a holiday。 He made a jest of his past
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efforts； he made them see； as he now saw it for the first time； that side of
the life of the Windless Isles which was narrow and petty； even ridiculous。
He talked of big men in a big way； he criticised； and expounded； and
advanced his own theories of government and the proper control of an
empire。
Collier； who had returned from his unsuccessful search of the
plantations； shook his head。
〃It's a pity you are not in London now；〃 he said； sincerely。 〃They
need some one there who has been on the spot。 They can't direct the
colonies from what they know of them in Whitehall。〃
Sir Charles fingered the dinner cloth nervously； and when he spoke；
fixed his eyes anxiously upon Miss Cameron。
〃Do you know；〃 he said； 〃I have been thinking of doing that very thing；
of resigning my post here and going back； entering Parliament； and all the
rest of it。〃
His declaration met with a unanimous chorus of delight。 Miss
Cameron nodded her head with eager approval。
〃Yes； if I were a man； that is where I should wish to be；〃 she said； 〃at
the heart of it。 Why； whatever you say in the House of Commons is
heard all over the world the next morning。〃
Sir Charles felt the blood tingle in his pulses。 He had not been so
stirred in years。 Her words ran to his head like wine。
Mr。 Collier raised his glass。
〃Here's to our next meeting；〃 he said； 〃on the terrace of the House of
Commons。〃
But Miss Cameron interrupted。 〃No； to the Colonial Secretary；〃 she
amended。
〃Oh yes；〃 they assented； rising； and so drank his health； smiling down
upon him with kind； friendly glances and good…will。
〃To the Colonial Secretary；〃 they said。 Sir Charles clasped the arms
of his chair tightly with his hands； his eyes were half closed； and his lips
pressed into a grim； confident smile。 He felt that a single word from her
would make all that they suggested possible。 If she cared for such things；
they were hers； he had them to give； they were ready lying at her feet。
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He knew that the power had always been with him； lying dormant in his
heart and brain。 It had only waited for the touch of the Princess to wake
it into life。
The American visitors were to sail for the mainland the next day； but
he had come to know them so well in the brief period of their visit that he
felt he dared speak to her that same night。 At least he could give her
some word that would keep him in her mind until they met again in
London； or until she had considered her answer。 He could not expect her
to answer at once。 She could take much time。 What else had he to do
now but to wait for her answer？ It was now all that made life。
Collier and his wife had left the veranda and had crossed the lawn
towards the water's edge。 The moonlight fell full upon them with all the
splendor of the tropics； and lit the night with a brilliant； dazzling radiance。
From where Miss Cameron sat on the veranda in the shadow； Sir Charles
could see only the white outline of her figure and the indolent movement
of her fan。 Collier had left his wife and was returning slowly towards the
step。 Sir Charles felt that if he meant to speak he must speak now； and
quickly。 He rose and placed himself beside her in the shadow； and the
girl turned her head inquiringly and looked up at him。
But on the instant the hush of the night was broken by a sharp
challenge； and the sound of men's voices raised in anger； there was the
noise of a struggle on the gravel； and from the corner of the house the two
sentries came running； dragging between them a slight figure that fought
and wrestled to be free。
Sir Charles exclaimed with indignant impatience； and turning； strode
quickly to the head of the steps。
〃What does this mean？〃 he demanded。 〃What are you doing with
that man？ Why did yo