ked without hesitation. He
evidently knew the place well.

They came at length upon a second clearing, smaller than the first, and
here in the centre of a moonlit space there stood the ruined walls of a
little native temple or mausoleum.

A flight of worn, marble steps led to the dark arch of the doorway.
Monck stretched a hand to his companion, and they ascended side by side.
A bubbling murmur of water came from within. It seemed to fill the place
with gurgling, gnomelike laughter. They entered and Monck stood still.

For a space of many seconds he neither moved nor spoke. It was almost as
if he were waiting for some signal. They looked forth into the moonlight
they had left through the cave-like opening. The air around them was
chill and dank. Somewhere in the darkness behind them a frog croaked,
and tiny feet scuttled and scrambled for a few moments and then were
still.

Again Stella shivered, drawing her cloak more closely round her. "Why
did you bring me to this eerie place?" she said, speaking under her
breath involuntarily.

He stirred as if her words aroused him from a reverie. "Are you afraid?"
he said.

"I should be--- by myself," she made answer. "I don't think I like India
at too close quarters. She is so mysterious and so horribly ruthless."

He passed over the last two sentences as though they had not been
uttered. "But you are not afraid with me?" he said.

She quivered at something in his question. "I am not sure," she said. "I
sometimes think that you are rather ruthless too."

"Do you know me well enough to say that?" he said.

She tried to answer him lightly. "I ought to by this time. I have had
ample opportunity."

"Yes," he said rather bitterly. "But you are prejudiced. You cling to a
preconceived idea. If you love me--it is in spite of yourself."

Something in his voice hurt her like the cry of a wounded thing. She
made a quick, impulsive movement towards him. "Oh, but that is not so!"
she said. "You don't understand. Please don't think anything so--so hard
of me!"

"Are you sure it is not so?" he said. "Stella! Stella! Are you sure?"

The words pierced her afresh. She suddenly felt that she could bear no
more. "Oh, please!" she said. "Oh, please!" and laid a quivering hand
upon his arm. "You are making it very difficult for me. Don't you
realize how much better it would be for your own sake not to press me
any further?"

"No!" he said; just the one word, spoken doggedly, almost