It would not be wise, that is all, and thou--and I must deal in wisdom." His words came through the dark very evenly--spaced evenly--as though he weighed each one of them before he voiced it.

She gathered the impression that he was thinking for his very life.

She felt unable to think for her own.

She felt impelled to listen--incredulous, helpless, frightened,--not a little ashamed.

She was thinking more of the awful things those Moslem gentlemen would say about her should they come and discover her in Jaimihr's cell.
"Listen, sahiba! From end to end of India thy people are either dead, or else face to face with death.