"Perhaps," said Olga. She was searching for her hostess's rings and spoke with a somewhat absent air.
"Especially as my name is Wyndham," he said.
She stopped short in her search and seemed to stiffen. Then slowly she turned towards him. "You are Max's—Dr. Wyndham's—brother!"
"I have that honour," said Noel drily.
She stood quite still for a moment; then: "I knew he had a brother in
India," she said. "But I didn't know we were likely to meet."
"That," said Noel, "was partly his doing and partly mine. He wrote and told me that Captain Ratcliffe was coming to Sharapura, and I at once took steps to get myself transferred to the battalion here."
"Oh! Then you know Nick?"
"By repute," smiled Noel. "A good many people in India can say the same, though he may be without honour in his own country."
"Indeed he isn't!" said Olga proudly. "He is a hero wherever he goes."
"And you have come to take care of him?" asked Noel.