"Sit down," she said abruptly, pointing to-the ground on the other side of the earthy tea-table, "and tell me everything."
"Nay, mem-sahib! A humble native may not sit in the presence of a white woman."
Leonie lifted her head.
"Sit down," she said simply.
And there in the heart of the jungle, by the side of the fire that had been lighted to scare off any animal, they sat, those two splendid specimens of two splendid races divided by custom and colour, while he told her the strange story of the night on which they had both been dedicated to the Goddess of Destruction, and the happenings thereafter.
"Do you mean to tell me that you willed me to come to you in the museum that day in London?"
He looked straight into her perplexed eyes as he answered slowly:
"I felt that if I could draw you through the ebb and flow and the floods of London traffic, I could do as I would with you on the plains of India. I did not know you—then!"
"And the priest has made me come to the temple—against my will?"
"Even so."