The first night Lotus Flower had performed the Dance of the Flames.
She had pirouetted in and out among lighted candles.
The English officer had watched her intently.
The second night Lotus Flower had performed the Dance of the Sword.
During her gyrations she had borne a scimitar upon her head.
Again the English officer had watched her intently.
To-night Lotus Flower was to perform the Dance of the Cobra.
And to-morrow morning the English officer was to go away.
Lotus Flower must do credit to the Maharajah.
And to herself.