"Oh, do show us the bracelet!" cried Tui. She had a thorough woman's love for jewellery.
"Bracelet, hum! bangle, India!" muttered the Major, and tugged his moustache.
"Show me the bangle, Angus," said Olive, persuasively; and Mallow winced.
Mr. Carson with great care, and evidently with some pain, took his arm from the sling and drew up his shirt cuff. Loosely encircling his wrist appeared a broad band of pale gold, elaborately wrought with the hideous forms of three Hindoo gods.
As he displayed it, Miss Slarge read aloud the description of the ornament from her sister's letter:--
"It is a broad band of ductile gold, curiously wrought with the idol figures of the Hindoo trinity: Bramah, Siva, and Vishnu, interwoven with the sacred lotus-flower, and other heathen symbols."
"Most extraordinary," said Mallow, looking at it; "good trade-mark, eh, Mr. Carson? None genuine without this device."
"What do you mean, sir?" cried Carson, pulling down his sleeve with an angry jerk.
"Mean! why, what should I mean?" replied the Irishman, and smiled innocently.