Her complexion is dark, but it is the lustrous darkness of a sword-blade, keen and scintillating.
'Nanku!' she commanded, as she stood in the doorway, pointing with her finger, 'leave us.'
'Do not be angry with him,' said I. 'If it is against orders, it is I who should retire.'
Bee's voice was still trembling as she replied: 'You must not go. Come in.'
It was not a request, but again a command! I followed her in, and taking a chair fanned myself with a fan which was on the table. Bee scribbled something with a pencil on a sheet of paper and, summoning a servant, handed it to him saying: 'Take this to the Maharaja.'
'Forgive me,' I resumed. 'I was unable to control myself, and hit that man of yours.'
'You served him right,' said Bee.
'But it was not the poor fellow's fault, after all. He was only obeying his orders.'
Here Nikhil came in, and as he did so I left my seat with a rapid movement and went and stood near the window with my back to the room.
'Nanku, the guard, has insulted Sandip Babu,' said Bee to Nikhil.
Nikhil seemed to be so genuinely surprised that I had to turn round and stare at him. Even an outrageously good man fails in keeping up his pride of truthfulness before his wife,—if she be the proper kind of woman.
'He insolently stood in the way when Sandip
