"I wonder if I am really asleep, Tommy," she wrote, "if I shall wake up in the middle of a dark night and find that I have never left England after all.

That is what I feel like sometimes--almost as if life had been suspended for awhile.

This strange existence cannot be real.

I am sure that at the heart of me I must be asleep." At Srinagar, a native _fete_ had been in progress, and the howling of men and din of _tom-toms_ had somewhat marred the harmony of their arrival.

But it was all interesting, like an absorbing fairy-tale, she said, but quite unreal.