It was undoubtedly his recent acquaintance, who pulled the veil further over her head, as she said—
“Sahib, I wish to thank you for your charitable benevolence. Truly, but for you, I should have lain all night in the forest, in the rain, and among the beasts.”
“I hope you are better?” he asked, doffing his cap.
“Yea, nearly well. Though I am a stranger to you, I know that you are Jones Sahib’s son.”
“Major ‘Jervis’ is his real name. Yes—I am his son.”
“I have heard of you,” she continued, rather loftily.
“Indeed!”
“From the leper-folk,” she added, significantly.
“It is you who keep the graves yonder in order?”
“May be!” was her cautious reply.