“No, I do not,” answered Rex, and thought, if all women were like this one, how much easier it would be for men to lead a good life! His heart stopped its heavy beating. The memories which he had been fighting for two years faded away once more; his spirits rose, and he felt like a boy as he kept step with Ruth along the path which had now turned and ran close beside the stream.
“Now tell me something of your travels,” said Ruth. “You have been in the East.”
“Yes, in Japan. But first I stopped a while in India with some British officers, nice fellows. There was some pheasant shooting.”
“Pheasants! No tigers?”
“One tiger.”
“You shot him! Oh! tell me about it!”
“No, I only saw him.”
“Where?”
“In a jungle.”
“Did you fire?”