saved, saved. Be rude to me, insult me, for that shows you in your truth; but spare me your songs of praise, which were false.
My husband came in at this juncture. Sandip had not the elasticity to recover himself in a moment, as he used to do before. My husband looked at him for a while in surprise. Had this happened some days ago I should have felt ashamed. But to-day I was pleased,—whatever my husband might think. I wanted to have it out to the finish with my weakening adversary.
Finding us both silent and constrained, my husband hesitated a little, and then took a chair. 'Sandip,' he said, 'I have been looking for you, and was told you were here.'
'I am here,' said Sandip with some emphasis. 'Queen Bee sent for me early this morning. And I, the humble worker of the hive, left all else to attend her summons.'
'I am going to Calcutta to-morrow. You will come with me.'
'And why, pray? Do you take me for one of your retinue?'
'Oh, very well, take it that you are going to Calcutta, and that I am your follower.'
'I have no business there.'
'All the more reason for going. You have too much business here.'
'I don't propose to stir.'
'Then I propose to shift you.'
