Part 23 (1/2)

The old man looked at him sharply, almost angrily. ”No one ever called me names, sir; still less a lady who was with me. But excuse me--I am pressed for time.”

”Now, that's a man!” said Lance, enthusiastically, as he looked after the hurrying white figure. The comparison was too obvious.

”Father Ninian is not a missionary,” she said coldly. ”It is easy for him--” she paused, turned to her companion, and held out her hand.

”Good-by, and thanks; but I really can go home by myself, Mr. Carlyon.”

”Good-by,” he echoed; then, holding her hand still, a sudden resolve seemed to come to him. ”But--I should like to tell you something first, please.”--

She felt her heart beating everywhere but in its proper place.

--”Not that it matters, but I'd like you to know it. I had some news by the mail this morning--bad news.”

She felt her blood everywhere but in its normal course, now, in sheer shame at her own imaginations. ”I'm sorry,” she murmured.

”So am I,” he went on thoughtfully; ”though it isn't bad in a way for me. Do you remember my telling you about my cousin? a weedy chap, six-four. Well, they sent him round the world for his health, and he died two months ago, it seems, in Australia. And the shock was too much for my uncle; he was an old man, and this was his only son. So--so I am Sir Lancelot now. It doesn't make any odds, of course, but I thought I should like you to know, first.”

She looked up at him as he stood beside her, so tall, so strong, so young, so kind; and though she only said, ”Thanks, Sir Lancelot, it won't make any difference to--to our friends.h.i.+p, I'm sure,” she knew in her heart of hearts that it did. Though how, she had not yet had time to discover.

CHAPTER XIV

MIRACLE MONGERS

Roshan Khan flung his cigarette away, and walked up and down his quarters in the Fort like an Englishman; he felt rather like one, also, in his vague distaste for something which refused to fit in with his previous experiences.

”So she will see my grandmother,” he said, at last. ”That is a step, certainly, but--” he turned quickly to Akbar Khan, ”it seems impossible!”

The quondam chief-eunuch giggled like a girl. ”Nothing is impossible with women, oh, Protector of the Poor!” he said; then, with a jaunty air of self-satisfaction, went on, ”and this dust-like one has experience. She will see the female relation to-night after approved custom, and, since this is after the habits of the _sahib-logue_, she would perhaps see the--the Nawab-_sahib_ tomorrow.”

Roshan wheeled again in his walk at both the t.i.tle and the suggestion, half indignantly, yet with a reluctant eagerness. ”See--see me! Did she say aught of it?”

”A woman's wishes for a lover go not near her tongue, _Huzoor_; they keep to her heart,” replied Akbar, still with his jaunty craft; ”but if this visit of the female relation be auspicious, as G.o.d send it, then there would be no hindrance to the asking; and even if she said nay--”

Something in his hearer's face warned the old sinner he had to do with some novel code of conduct, and he paused, while Roshan continued his pacing.

He was disturbed beyond bounds. The foolish dream of a foolish old woman had come to be so far a reality, that the jealousy which had blazed up instinctively at the sight of Laila in that dress--so like a woman of his race--alone with a strange man, had come to be deliberate.

More than once he had felt inclined to tell Pidar Narayan what he had seen, even to write an anonymous letter of warning. He would have done so had he seen any subsequent hint of intimacy between these two. But he saw none; on the contrary, they seemed to avoid each other in public; and though this might be a blind, on the other hand Roshan had seen too much of some English women's ways not to know how trivial an offence against the proprieties it was to sit out dances in a balcony!

Undoubtedly, however, this girl, who had taken his presents on the sly, who would receive his amba.s.sadress on the sly, was not one whom it was necessary to treat with great ceremony. She was what the English language called a flirt; his own a stronger term. Not that it mattered, since no wife of his would have a chance of amusing herself.

So, after a while, he paused to say--with a scowl for the toothless grinning survival of a past society--”I would I knew if it were wise to trust thee? Why shouldst thou take the trouble thou dost? What is the affair to thee?”

Akbar's face was a study in sheer dignity. ”'Tis but my duty, Cherisher of the Poor!” he said, almost pathetically. ”For what other service were such as I am created?”

The hateful tragedy of this confession of degradation pa.s.sed Roshan by; he saw nothing in it but an appeal to facts which gave him confidence.

”Yea!” he said, ”I was forgetting. Such arrangings are meat and drink to thy sort. So take thy price. It shall be trebled if she bids me see her to-morrow, but--” here he laughed, half at himself,--”thou must needs work miracles for such favour to come so soon!”

Akbar, as he capered off, the rupees jingling in his pocket, to more legitimate and less lucrative pursuits, winked and leered to himself over his own surpa.s.sing wickedness and wisdom. Miracles! Ay; but it was nature worked them, not he. Given youth, proximity, a touch of surprise, a flavour of the forbidden, and the result, in his evil experience, was sure. In the meantime his part was to keep the ball from falling until the players took to playing the game for themselves; then the fun was over for the true go-between. He had to take a back seat and watch--he! he! he!--the miracle! A pretty miracle, indeed! The idea tickled him so that he could not keep it to himself, and as he pa.s.sed through the bazaar, doing his daily marketing, he used his new avocation of miracle-monger as a reason for good bargains. The shop-keepers, however, shook their heads. Miracles paid the priests, and might suit such as he, but for their part they considered that there were too many miracles in Eshwara. What was the good of the pilgrims coming at all if all their money went to the temples, and they had not a pice left for a relic, or even a toy to take home to the toddlers whose feet were not yet strong enough for pilgrimage?