should not have known you as a man. And yet--it is
the same face."

"Of course it is," said Jan, "Ugly faces, such as mine, don't alter. I
will walk with you to my mother's: it is close by. Have you any
luggage?"

"Only a portmanteau. My servant is looking after it. Here he is."

A very dark man came up--an Indian--nearly as old as his master. Jan
recognised him.

"I remember you!" he exclaimed "It is Batsha."

The man laughed, hiding his dark eyes, but showing his white teeth.
"Massa Jan!" he said, "used to call me Bat."

Without the least ceremony, Jan shook him by the hand. He had more
pleasant reminiscences of him than of his master. In fact, Jan could
only remember Colonel Tempest by name. He, the colonel, had despised and
shunned the awkward and unprepossessing boy; but the boy and Bat used to
be great friends.

"Do you recollect carrying me on your shoulder, Bat? You have paid for
many a ride in a palanquin for me. Riding on shoulders or in palanquins,
in those days, used to be my choice recreation. The shoulders and the
funds both ran short at times."

Batsha remembered it all. Next to his master, he had never liked anybody
so well as the boy Jan.

"Stop where you are a minute or two," said unceremonious Jan to Sir
Henry. "I must find one of the porters, and then I'll walk with you."

Looking about in various directions, in holes and corners and sheds,
inside carriages and behind trucks, Jan at length came upon a short,
surly-looking man, wearing the official uniform. It was the one of whom
he was in search.

"I say, Parkes, what is this I hear about your forcing your wife to get
up, when I have given orders that she should lie in bed? I went in just
now, and there I found her dragging herself about the damp brewhouse. I
had desired that she should not get out of her bed."

"Too much bed don't do nobody much good, sir," returned the man in a
semi-resentful tone. "There's the work to do--the washing. If she don't
do it, who will?"

"Too much bed wouldn't do you good; or me, either; but it is necessary
for your wife in her present state of illness. I have ordered her to bed
again. Don't let me hear of your interfering a second time, and forcing
her up. She is going to have a blister on now."

"I didn't force her, sir," answered Parkes. "I only asked her what was
to become of the work, and how I should get a clean shirt to put on."

"If I had got a sick wife, I'd wash out my shirt myself, before