It came to him later on at dinner time, when they three, the Commandant, the doctor and himself, sat at a little table arranged just outside the hut, that they might catch the faint breeze from the mountains, herald of the swift-falling darkness.

Native servants beat the air around them with bamboo fans to keep off the insects, and the air was faint almost to noxiousness with the perfume of some sickly, exotic shrub.
"Why, you're Devinter!" he exclaimed suddenly,--"Sigismund Devinter! You were at Eton with me--Horrock's House--semi-final in the racquets." "And Magdalen afterwards, number five in the boat." "And why the devil did the doctor here tell me that your name was Von Ragastein ?" "Because it happens to be the truth," was the somewhat measured reply.
"Devinter is my family name, and the one by which I was known when in England.

When I succeeded to the barony and estates at my uncle's death, however, I was compelled to also take the title." "Well, it's a small world!" Dominey exclaimed.

"What brought you out here really--lions or elephants ?" "Neither." "You mean to say that you've taken up this sort of political business just for its own sake, not for sport ?" "Entirely so.

I do not use a sporting rifle once a month, except for necessity.