"Hugh Johnstone was only called down to Calcutta on some important financial business some days ago, and he went there simply to rearrange some of his large investments.

Madame Louison is only a stranger here, a tourist traveling incognito, and connected with some of the best noble families of France." With great dignity Major Hawke stalked away to his rooms, leaving the club for a long drive in disgust.
By the next evening Madame Berthe Louison had been discovered to be a noble relative of the Comte de Chambord, "traveling incognito," and then the clacking tongues of gossip rose up in a shrill chorus of greater intensity.

Immense investments of the Orleans fortunes in Indian properties to be managed by Major Alan Hawke were discovered to be the object of her Indian tour, with wise old Hugh Johnstone as an infallible financial adviser.

But Alan Hawke smiled his superior smile and said nothing.
All this and more soon reached the ears of Capt.

Harry Hardwicke, whose fever of gnawing curiosity and romantically born love was now strong upon him.