longer confided all his thoughts to me. Nevertheless we were excellent friends. He said—"Come to Darjeeling."
"When do you go?"—I asked.
"To-day."
"Goodness! Where is the time?"
Satish opened his watch, and holding his cigarette between his teeth, said—"It is only ten; the train goes at four. Six hours—360 minutes. Heaps and heaps of time."
"My good fellow"—I replied—"you have become a sahib. Can I, a black man, emulate your speedy way of doing things? By the time I have bathed and dined it will be twelve o'clock. Then some little rest—"
"Nonsense! I will not take your excuses."
"If you wanted to go to Darjeeling, why did you not tell me two days ago?"
"It was only this morning that I received the invitation from Dr. Sen."
"What!"—I exclaimed in astonishment—"Is Dr. Sen at Darjeeling with his family—and his daughter?"
"Certainly"—and he laughed a little.
That Dr. Sen's learned daughter Nirmala had captivated my friend was an open secret. I said—"How terrible! Must we wait till four o'clock? Is
