A great ruler yesterday, with a council and an organized Government, subordinated to his leadership, he now merely lived at Camberley, and as he had confessed, was a bore at his club.

And life at Camberley was dull.
He looked closely at Mrs.Linforth.She was a woman of forty, or perhaps a year or two more.

On the other hand, she might be a year or two less.
She had the figure of a young woman, and though her dark hair was flecked with grey, he knew that was not to be accounted as a sign of either age or trouble.

Yet she looked as if trouble had been no stranger to her.
There were little lines about the eyes which told their tale to a shrewd observer, though the face smiled never so pleasantly.

In what summer, he wondered, had she come up to the hill station of Mussoorie.
"No," he said.