This guileless Swiss maiden had been carried off her feet by the romantic episode of the morning.
Her cool palm still tingled with the meaning pressure of the handsome Major's hand! She had hastened away to her own apartment, as a wounded tigress seeks its cave for a last stand! The concealment of the diamond bracelet was a matter of necessity, and, with a beating heart, she buried it deep under the poor harvest of paltry Delhi trinkets which she had already gathered, with a mere magpie acquisitiveness.
Alan Hawke had builded better than he knew, when he selected this same bauble.

He had been guided by a chance remark of Ram Lal's.

"Give her that," said the crafty old jeweler.

"She has priced it a dozen times since her first coming here." It was the Ultima Thule of personal decoration to her.

The Swiss governess reserved the secret delight of donning the glittering ornament until she was positive that no tell-tale spy had observed her innocent assignation with her sister's chivalric friend.