Why didn't she go back to England if she hated it all so much?
Because she couldn't! Because India held her and she waited upon Fate as patiently as ever did Mr. Micawber.
"Lady Hickle ought to go to the hills, she's looking absolutely fagged!"
The male voice drifted in through the window upon a pause in the music.
"Well! continuous sleep-walking's not likely to make you look your best, is it?"
The damnable giggle at the end of the remark brought a frown to Jan Cuxson's face as he picked up somebody's wrap from a chair, put it round Leonie and led her unresistingly down the steps into the grounds.
It sounds better to say "grounds" rather than "compound" when speaking of Government House.
"I—I hate all this," Leonie said impulsively as she sat down on a marble seat. "I hate India—I—I——"
She flung her head back, and it came to rest upon the man's shoulder, and she shivered ever so lightly when he pressed it still further back, pinioning her arms so that she could not move.
"Leonie."