At the end of the game he galloped quickly to the corner, and when Violet Oliver came out of the enclosure she saw him standing, with his long overcoat already on his shoulders, waiting for her.
Violet Oliver separated herself from her friends and went forward towards him.

She held out her hand.

Shere Ali hesitated and then took it.

All through the game, pride had been urging him to hold his head high and seek not so much as a single word with her.

But he had been alone for six months in Chiltistan and he was young.
"You might have let me know," he said, in a troubled voice.
Violet Oliver faltered out some beginnings of an excuse.