He still said nothing.
"Have we stopped one single suttee?
Have we once, in any least degree, lessened the sufferings of one of those poor widows ?" "Not once," he answered her, without a trace of shame.

He knew, and she knew, how hard the two of them had tried.

There was nothing to apologize for.
"Have we undermined the power of the Hindoo priests?
Have we removed one trace of superstition ?" "No," he said quietly.
"Have we given up the fight ?" He looked hard at her.

Gray eyes under gray brows met gray eyes that shone from under dark, wet lashes, and deep spoke unto deep.

Scotsman recognized Scotswoman, and the bond between them tightened.
"It seems to me"-- there was a new thrill in her voice--"that here is our opportunity! Either Jaimihr wants to frighten us away or he is in earnest with his impudent attentions to me.