"India is a regular lazy place. The heat makes people indolent and indifferent."
"Yes, I know. Besides, as papa said to me in the few minutes we were talking together before he went away, Tom may have written, and the letters not have reached us. The mail from India is by no means a safe one, he says; letters often get lost by it."
"By no means safe: no end of letters are lost continually," I murmured, seconding old Carlen's invention, knowing not what else to say. "Let us go on, Blanche. It is I who begin, I think—'I've wandered in dreams.'"
Wandered in dreams! If this misery connected with Tom Heriot were only a dream, and not a reality!
END OF VOL. II.
BILLING AND SONS, PRINTERS, GUILDFORD.
S. & H.
Transcriber's Notes:
Inconsistent spelling such as Chantry and Chantrey retained.