She could not wait another moment, and also she reasoned if MIMO were sending her a telegram it would be to Park Lane.
For her, all men were either brutes—or fools like poor MIMO.
Then MIMO saw Tristram by the door, and advanced with his finger on his quivering lips to meet him.
And Mirko hurled himself into her arms, while MIMO kissed her hand.
MIMO, it seemed, had been down to see his son ten days before.
And then after a while it seemed that there was some slight care upon MIMO's mind.
"MIMO has gone away, back to his own country," she said simply, wondering at his tone.
And MIMO saw her, as he stood in the shadow on the pavement at the other side of Park Lane.
Zara could hardly contain her impatience to see if a telegram for her from MIMO had come in her absence.
And Mrs. Morley must have got the telegram, because MIMO had got his.