"She is called "The Veiled Rose of Delhi," and no manner of man may lift that mystic veil.

I was treated en prince, but held at arm's length." Hawke smiled softly, and said in a low voice, "I hardly see how all this brings you over here.

The Rose blooms by the far-away Jumna." "Then know, my friend," laughed Anstruther, "such a rose as the peerless Nadine Johnstone must have a duenna." He deftly caught an impassioned glance from the softly shining brown eyes, and hastily went on.

"She was educated right here in this emporium of watches, musical boxes, correct principles, and scientific research.

Mesdames Justine and Euphrosyne Delande, No.