He had looked in, in, in—to her soul.
And her soul had looked out, out, out—to him.
Lotus Flower realized that she did not need kohl and carmine with which to charm the English officer.
And this knowledge made her glad.
And this knowledge made her sad, too—at the same time.
Do you doubt that such a paradoxical state of mind could exist?
Out upon you then,—truly you can know but little of the ways of woman!...
That night a splendid repast was served in the Great Banquet Hall.
Afterwards the Maharajah escorted his guest to the Court of Delight.