a
_dhyal_ that, high in a tamarind, was bubbling liquid notes of joy.
"The Indian robin red-breast makes one homesick," Elizabeth said.
"Home--", but the girl put a quick hand on his arm checking him; the
action was absolutely like Elizabeth, imperious. A small, long-tailed,
brown-breasted bird had darted across the compound to a mango tree from
where he warbled a love song as sweet and rich toned as the evensong of
a nightingale.
The _dhyal_, as if feeling defeat in the sweeter carol of his rival,
hushed.
"The _shama_," Elizabeth said; "when I hear him I close my eyes and
picture the downs and oaked hills of England, and fancy I'm listening
to the nightingale or the lark."
Barlow turned involuntarily to look into the girl's face; it was an
inquisitive look, a wondering look; gentle sentiment coming from
Elizabeth was rather a reversal of form.
Also there was immediately a reversal of bird form, a shatterment of
sentiment, a rasping maddening note from somewhere in the dome of a
pipal tree. A Koel bird, as if in derision of the feathered songsters,
sent forth his shrill plaintive, "Koe-e-el, Koe-e-el, Ko-e-e-el!"
"Ah-a-a!" Barlow exclaimed in disgust--"that's India; the fever-bird,
the koel, harbinger of the hot-spell, of burning sun and stifling dust,
and throbbing head."
He cursed the koel, for the gentle mood had slipped from Elizabeth. He
had hoped that she would have spoken of yesterday, give him a shamed
solace for the hurt she had given him. Of course Hodson would have
told her all about the Gulab. But while that, the service, was
sufficient for the Resident, Elizabeth would consider the fact that
Barlow knew Bootea well enough to have this service rendered; it would
touch her caste--also her exacting nature.
Something like this was floating through his mind as he groped mentally
for an explanation of Elizabeth's attitude, the effect of which was
neutral; nothing to draw him toward her in a way of moral sustaining,
but also, nothing to antagonise him.
She must know that he was leaving on a dangerous mission; but she did
not bring it up. Perhaps with her usual diffident reserve she felt
that it was his province to speak of that.
At any rate she called to a hovering bearer telling him to give his
master Captain Barlow's salaams. Then with the flowers she passed into
the bungalow. She had quite a proppy, military stride, bred of much
riding.
Barlow gazed after Elizabeth ruefully,
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