“It must be something very degrading then; you forget I am a——”
She stopped him imperatively.
“You are my ideal of an Englishman, as honest as any and not so stupid as some. If you hadn’t been unlucky, I should never have told you so, but now that you know what a surpassingly lofty opinion I have of you, I expect you to live up to it.”
“You must let me be human though.”
“That depends. There is good and bad humanity. What do you want to do?”
“I want to—well—I want to—get at that scoundrel Rahas!”
“You may—on one condition.”
“Well?”
“You musn’t lay a hand on him until you have seen Nouna.”
George looked at her wonderingly.