CHAPTER XXVIII. AND AFTER “That was a mighty good toast, Jane,” said Mr. Hersheimmer, as he and his cousin were being driven back in the Rolls-Royce to the Ritz. “The one to the joint venture?” “No—the one to you. There isn’t another girl in the world who could have carried it through as you did. You were just wonderful!” Jane shook her head. “I don’t feel wonderful. At heart I’m just tired and lonesome—and longing for my own country.” “That brings me to something I wanted to say. I heard the Ambassador telling you his wife hoped you would come