"Uncommon affecting! And she, herself?"
"She's—she's—I can't express what she is, even to you, Bob. Hang it! I believe I could talk of her all night, and get no nearer. She is an angel from heaven."
"Question is, has she made up her mind at last—no more shilly-shallying? Hope I don't intrude in asking it."
"Made up her mind—— Are you trying to throw doubts——? Oh, I see. But it's a thousand years since then, Bob. You yourself could have no doubt, if you saw her."
"All right; I'm quite satisfied. If a doleful beggar like yourself can feel free from doubt——"
"I could no more doubt her than the sun at noon. Bob, I'll tell you.
She will go with me to Central India when Sir Edmund goes."
Charteris sat up in his chair. "Nonsense!" he said sharply. "What folly is this? You are talking of leaving Granthistan?"
"I had made up my mind to it before you came to me this afternoon, and she agrees with me that it is the right thing."
"My dear fellow, you don't know. I was talking to the G.-G.'s military secretary to-night, and he let slip that there would be a local majority for you at the next distribution of honours. If you leave Granthistan, of course that falls through."
"Then I must wait till it comes in the natural course of things."