Her voice faltered; she flushed adorably. "You mustn't talk. But I'll tell you…. They refused to let us go back to Kuttarpur; an escort took us across the desert to Nok, you in a litter, I on horseback. There we took train to Haidarabad and Karachi. Ram Nath came with us, as bearer, it being necessary that he too should leave India. My father and your man Doggott joined us at Karachi, where this steamer touched the second day."
"You understand, now—?"
"Everything, dearest."
"Labertouche—?"
"He told me nothing. I haven't seen him since that morning, when, just after you were wounded, we started for Nok. He posted off to Kuttarpur to find my father…. No; it was you who told me—everything—in your delirium."
"And … you forgive—?"
"Forgive!"
He smiled faintly. "That photograph?"
"I had it ready to return to you that morning, David."
"Knowing what it meant to me?"