"But so have I. At least, that was my intention."
"Oh, you! But you are different. And I may try to help?"
A deprecating ayah, who had been making signs in vain from the verandah, advanced in desperation. "Lady Memsahib done say wish done see Missy Sahib," she murmured, with downcast eyes.
* * * * * *
"Well, is it all serene?" inquired Charteris, as Gerrard returned to their quarters that night.
"All right—thanks to you, Bob."
"Oh, shut up! Seventh heaven?"
"Seventy times seventh."
"I believe you, my boy! Papa and mamma agreeable?"
"They were most kind. Sir Arthur would have preferred you, Bob—I can't help seeing that—but he was quite decent. I even saw poor little Mrs Cowper for a moment. She cried, and said how glad she was."