"Next year!" echoed Mallender, "not likely! Long before that, Barbie will be making butter for me."
"And as for you, young man, you are to take the grey pony, and ride over to Sarma, and send a wire to say you arrive in Madras on Tuesday, without fail."
And in this imperious and high-handed fashion, Mrs. Bourne disposed of the happy couple in opposite directions.
CHAPTER XXX
It was growing dark as the train from Bangalore rolled into Madras Station, and the ceaseless moaning of the surf fell once more upon the ears of Mallender, who promptly descended from his carriage, and looked eagerly about him; as he did so, he noticed the stately approach of a gorgeous peon, who with a deep salaam enquired:
"Is it Captain Mallender?"
"Yes—all right."
"Then, please your honour, to come with me."
"What about my luggage?" indicating bag and suit-case.