"Oh! never that!" said Leonie most decidedly, thinking of her last experience.
"But this hut is clean, mem-sahib!"
Leonie turned right round in her chair.
"How do you know that the last hut was not?"
"All huts are dirty, mem-sahib."
There was not a sign of confusion on the calm well-bred face, and he stood like a statue as Leonie, unconsciously striving for light in the darkness, continued her questioning.
"How did you know I wanted to go to the same place—to the temple, I mean?"
"I did not know, the mem-sahib told the chauffeur!"
At the last word Leonie lifted her head, and her eyes rested intently upon the handsome face in the doorway between the two rooms.
"No! I did not!"