She gave him the jar.
"Let me pass out again before you drink," she ordered.

"It is not known that I am in here, and I would not have it known." She could have bitten out her tongue with mortification a moment afterward for letting any such admission escape her.

She heard him chuckle as he drank--he choked from chuckling, and set the jar down to cough.

Then, when he had recovered breath again, he answered almost patronizingly.
"Which would be least pleased with you, sahiba?
The Rangars, or thy father, or the other Englishman?
But never mind, sahiba, we are friends.
I have proved that we are friends.

Never have I taken water from the hands of any man or any woman not of my own caste.