“I am glad that you are wise,” she said, smiling now. “I will go, and my people shall bring you dinner.”
“Thanks,” said Chumbley; “that is the kindest act you can do to us now; only please forget the poison.”
“Poison!” she cried, indignantly. “How dare you say that to me! You are prisoners here, but you are quite safe while you do not try to escape. Have I done so little to make myself an Englishwoman that you talk of poison?”
“Yes,” said Chumbley to himself, “so little to make yourself an Englishwoman that you play upon us such a trick as this!”
The door opened, the Inche Maida passed through; and as the curtain fell down again and covered the opening, Hilton turned angrily upon his friend.