um she arrived, at last, in a large, cool room, where a languid elderly official gave her audience in bad French.
"I wish to see the Governor," Miss Gregory stated flatly, and offered her card.
The official was gray and weary, and had a slow, bored manner. He took the card and glanced at it perfunctorily.
"His Excellency is away," he said. "He will not be back for many days. What is your business?"
He stood looking at her neatly booted feet as she told him. She had learned with grief that the plague was in Andjerrah. Having some experience with epidemics, she hoped to be of use. She spoke colorlessly, with patient politeness. Nothing could be so discouraging as the weary abstraction of the gray-mustached Turk who heard her.
"Ah!" he sighed as she finished. "Madame is very gracious. I cannot suggest anything that Madame could do. And His Excellency is away."
"There are many deaths?" asked Miss Gregory.
"Yes," he answered, assenting absently.
The big room