He was too much interested in her to remember to smile.
Just as she was too much interested in him to remember to bow.
Once more she felt that he was looking in, in, in—to her soul.
And once more she felt that her soul was looking out, out, out—to him.
“Lotus Flower,” said the Maharajah, “you must dance your best to-night!”
“Yes, my lord,” said Lotus Flower.
“To-morrow our guest departs,” said the Maharajah.
“Yes, my lord,” said Lotus Flower.
“He returns to England—where he is going to be married,” said the Maharajah.
Lotus Flower stood and stared.