"Because they brought us together?" By Jove, I didn't know I had said it, till it came out!
An instant, and then I caught it—just a little whisper, you know:
"Yes—Dicky!"
By Jove! And then, dash it, my monocle dropped! But I let it go.
Presently she looked at the glowing rubies in her hand.
"They are from India, you know, Dicky—from Mandalay, the professor said." And she murmured: "'On the road to Mandalay, where the old flotilla lay'—don't you remember? I've been there, Dicky."
"By Jove!" I said. "Have you, though? Is it jolly?"
"The poet seemed to think so—" She laughed. "Do you know Kipling, Dicky?" I tried to think, but dashed if I could remember.
I wondered if it would be a good place to take a trip to!
I hitched closer. "What does—er—this poet chap say about it? What's it like, you know?"