All this harangue was from Dominga—who was lolling in the verandah in a long cane chair.
She and her mother had lately returned from Rajahpore, bringing with them a considerable amount of irritation and ill-temper.
When Salwey once more made his way to the tea-table, his aunt was still there.
"Now, Brian," she said, "sit down here; I want to know what you think of her."
"Her?" he repeated, "which her?"
"Don't be so ridiculous! You know perfectly well who I mean."
"I think," he said, "that the new Miss Chandos is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen."
"And has no recollection, that this is not your first meeting, and that but for you her body would have been found in the Jurra?"
"I don't know how to believe that she is the sister of that fat little dark girl, or the daughter of Mother Chan, or even the sister of the illustrious Dominga."
"Their noses are rather alike," said Mrs. Lepell, with a meditative air; "do you see much of Dominga?"