He nodded—not looking at her now.
"The Rani Kurnavati——"
"Yes—that night when we sat by the moonlight and Ayeshi told us her story——" She laid an extravagant sum on the tray. "There, that is all I want."
The amazed merchant gasped his blessings after her. She walked on, threading her way through the aimless crowd, inspecting her purchase with a thoughtful pleasure.
"I wanted to give it you," Tristram protested, aggrievedly.
"And I didn't want you to," she retorted. "You have given me enough, Major Tristram."
Her solemn reversion to his title amused him. He watched her smilingly as she snapped the bracelet about her wrist.
"What have I given you?"
"The cup. Have you forgotten? I was so miserable because I forgot to thank you. I'd never been remorseful in my life before, but I was remorseful about that."
"I'm sorry. Remorse is ghastly. And I hadn't expected thanks."