It was a model of the Royal Chapel at Eton, and, in spite of himself, as he gazed the tears filled his eyes and the memory of his schooldays ached at his heart.

He yearned to be back once more in the shadow of that chapel with his comrades and his friends.

Not yet had he wholly forgotten; he was softened out of his bitterness; the burden of his jealousy and his anger fell for awhile from his shoulders.

When he rejoined Ahmed Ismail, he bade him follow and speak no word.

He drove back to the town, and then only he spoke to Ahmed Ismail.
"We will go from Lucknow to-day," he said.