Travel by the night-mail up to Ajmere tomorrow night.

You will be in Chitipur on Wednesday afternoon.

That gives you twenty-four hours there, and you can still catch the steamer here on Friday." "You advise that ?" "Yes, I do," said Mrs.Repton.
Mrs.Carruthers rose from the table and Jane Repton had no further word with Thresk that night.

In the drawing-room Mrs.Carruthers led him from woman to woman, allowing him ten minutes for each one.
"He might be Royalty or her pet Pekingese," cried Mrs.Repton in exasperation.

For now that her blood had cooled she was not so sure that her advice had been good.