You have done wrong in not taking the advice of your friend.

You should not have come forth to kill the king of game, nor have brought the white-haired lady into the tiger's jaws.

I have spoken.

Peace be with you." And he moved away.
"And with you peace, friend," answered Isaacs mechanically, but as I looked at him he turned white to the very lips.
Miss Westonhaugh did not understand the language, and Isaacs would have been the last person to translate such a speech as the Brahmin had made.
We turned and strolled up the hill, and presently I bethought me of some errand, and left them together under the trees.

They were so happy and so beautiful together, the fair lily from the English dale and the deep red rose of Persian Gulistan.