A broad belt of light streamed out upon the stone steps.

Far back in the hall stood Marion, one hand upon the balustrade of the staircase, the other tightly held at her side, as if to nerve herself for the meeting.

The eyes of the Indian girl pierced the light, and, as if by a strange instinct, found those of Marion, even before she left the carriage.

Lali felt vaguely that here was her possible enemy.

As she stepped out of the carriage, General Armour's hand under her elbow to assist her, she drew her blanket something more closely about her, and so proceeded up the steps.