"Why, of course, I'll go myself."
In another moment Mrs. Lepell was calling for her cloak and shoes, and she and her nephew were running—followed by an ayah and a peon—in the direction of Chandos Koti.
A visit from Mrs. Lepell at twelve o'clock at night! Was the world coming to an end?
Mrs. Chandos appeared fully dressed, alert, and lamp in hand, to be informed that her daughter Verona had been wandering on the river bank in a high fever, quite off her head!
"Oh, Madre di Dios! Whatt a trouble that girl does give," and she put down the lamp and threw up her hands, "whatt a bother! and trouble."
"You should see to her at once, there is not a moment to be lost," urged Mrs. Lepell, "or shall I go?"
"No; oh, I will go, you wait here."
Presently Mrs. Chandos returned and calmly announced to the couple in the verandah that "it was arl-right, Verona could come to no harm, for she lay on the floor in a dead faint."
"Shall I go into Rajahpore for the doctor," suggested young Salwey.