injured wife. Colonel
Montague, of the Sikhs, comes with us; and I'm going to rob Mrs Desmond
of her _preux chevalier_ also. I only want half a squadron, but I
shall make special request for Desmond. He's a capital man to have
handy in case of accidents. As for Lenox, he'll be delighted, if
that's any consolation to you."
"Well, naturally," she faced him now, eyes and lips under control.
"Besides, ten days is nothing. One has to make a beginning; and it
might have been ever so much worse."
"That's the plucky way to look at it," he said in evident approval, and
Quita rather abruptly changed the subject.
The evening that followed was a remarkably cheerful affair, imbued with
that spirit of friendly informality which makes the little dinners of
India live long in the memory. O'Flannagan had brought his banjo.
Rivers and Richardson both sang creditably; and Quita herself was in
one of her 'inspired' moods. Only Mrs Norton, having deposited her
grey satin magnificence upon the sofa, protested mutely against what
she considered a tendency to 'rowdyism' in her hostess;
flirted--intellectually--with any one who had the hardihood to sit near
her; and on the stroke of ten rose with a suppressed yawn and a
transparently insincere little speech about an enjoyable evening.
"Begad, but her works want oiling badly!" O'Flannagan confided to
Quita, as the last shimmering morsel of her train slid out of sight.
"She's one o' your immaculate Englishwomen who give me the blues. Come
on, Mrs Lenox. Thank Heaven for the dash of ould Ireland in you; and
let's begin to enjoy ourselves!"
From that moment the evening took a new lease of life. Two battery
subalterns came over from mess, and it was close on midnight when
Lenox, returning from his final duties in the verandah, found Quita
standing by the mantelpiece, her cheeks flushed, her eyes radiating
enjoyment.
"Thank the Lord that's over!" he ejaculated fervently, flinging himself
into a deep arm-chair; and she turned on him promptly, with a visible
ruffling of her feathers.
"Eldred, you're positively inhuman. When you talk like that you make
me want to hit you!"
She stood above him, threatening him with one slim hand; but Lenox,
reaching up lazily, grasped her arms below the elbow, and gently but
irresistibly forced her on to her knees.
"Hit out, lass, if you've a mind to," he said good-humouredly. "I
swear I won't retaliate!"
She struggled for freedom; bu
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