It is you alone that I would trust.

Will you not come here again?
I dare not, for your own sake, detain you longer now." The timid woman glanced hurriedly at her watch.
"I have been here already too long, and I must go! And there is so much I would say to you!" She was almost handsome in her blushing confusion.
"Then you will come again, here?
Ram Lal is my old factotum!" the young Major pleaded.
"I will come!" the half-subjugated woman whispered under her breath.
"But when ?" Her eyes were meekly downcast and her faltering voice trembled.
"The day after to-morrow, at the same time," said Alan Hawke, his heart leaping up in a secret victory, "but no living soul must ever know of it.

I will be here in the pagoda, waiting for you.

Ram Lal will wait for you himself and admit you.

Do you promise ?" he said, with a glance which set her pallid cheeks aflame.
"I promise! I promise! Let me go, now!" gasped the excited woman.