xt morning. A clear, steely light was slanting in at the window. Constantine was always fully conscious at the second of waking, and he was immediately horrified to see Mr. White looking expressionlessly at the disorderly heap of dirty clothes that he had thrown in disgust on the floor the night before. Trying to divert his host's attention, Constantine put on a merry and courageous manner. "Well, how is the weather for our motor-car jaunt?"
"It could hardly be worse," said Mr. White placidly. "Sheets of rain. God knows what the roads will be like."
"Well, we are lucky to have roads at all, in this benighted China."
"I don't know about that. If there weren't any roads we shouldn't be setting off on this beastly trip."
"I shall be ready in two jiffies," said Constantine, springing naked out of bed and shuffling his dreadful clothes out of Mr. White's sight. "But just tell me," he added as his host went through the door, "why do you drive three hundred miles on a horrible wet day jus