“I wondered at his being allowed to ride so soon,” said Georgia, “but I thought Dr Tighe must have found him better than we expected. Of course I haven’t seen the knee for some time lately. But did he tell you what the object of the durbar was?”
“He did. It is just what we thought it would be, Georgie.”
“Nonsense!” cried Georgia sharply. “As if you would go to Nalapur in that case! Are you joking, Dick?”
His set face brought conviction slowly to her mind.
“You are not joking, and yet you came home, and got ready, just as if you meant to hold the durbar, and never told me!” she cried.
“I do mean to hold the durbar,” said Dick.
She sat stunned, and he went on: “I thought I wouldn’t tell you till the last moment, because I knew how you would feel about it, and I didn’t want to worry you more than could be helped.”
“To worry me!” she repeated. “And yet you come here and try to tease me with this absurd, impossible story? You are not going.”
Dick looked her straight in the face. “But I am,” he said.
“But you said you would resign first.”