“By Ardjan? by Ardjan?” shouted her mistress. “Oh! you filthy creature. Now I see it all. Of course you ran away from ‘master Leo’ to go and have a game with your Ardjan, and now you want to put it all upon Lim Ho. Wait a bit, I will—
“Gulpendam!” she shouted, “Gulpenda-a-m!” So shrill and so sharp sounded her voice as she thus called for her husband, that a couple of servants came rushing in thinking something terrible must have happened.
“Call your master!” she cried to them.
“Pardon, madam, pardon!” cried poor Dalima in wailing tones.
“No, no,” said her mistress, “no pardon for a creature like you.”
CHAPTER IV.
THE PLOT THICKENS.
Mr. van Gulpendam came rushing in.
Stately and dignified as was the “Kandjeng toean Residèn” (High and mighty Lord Resident), yet when fair Laurentia called in that tone of voice he became briskness personified. A wicked world, indeed, whispered that on such occasions he dared not for his life be one whit less nimble.