"Oh, yes, uncommonly good-looking, but rather sad—a bit down on her luck, I should say."
"People seem to think she will cut out everyone in Rajahpore."
"Except you. No fear of that, darling."
"Hush, Charlie, you really must be careful——"
"Well, tell me about your sister. Where has she been all this time?"
"At home—living among all the grandees, and so rich—and having such a good time. But her friend died, and her money went to others—such an awful shame. She used to know Princes, and Dukes, and Lords."
"Oh! then I'm afraid we can't do much for her in that line out here. Our nearest approach is the only son of a lord, who joined the regiment three days ago."
"Oh, my! really. Who is he? Do tell me about him, Charlie, dear."
"Well, his name is Fielder—the Honourable James Fitzalan Egbert Fielder, son and heir of Lord Highstreet, late of the Guards."
"Why has he come out to India?"