"And you must take care of yourself, Tommy," he said.

"Don't get up to any tomfoolery while I am away! And if you get thirsty, stick to lime-juice!" "I'll be as good as gold," Tommy promised, touched alike by action and admonition.

"But it will be pretty beastly without you.

I hate a lonely life, and Stella will be stuck at Bhulwana for the rest of the hot weather when they get back." "Well, I shan't stay away for ever," Monck patted his shoulder and turned away.

"I'm not going for a pleasure trip, and the sooner it's over, the better I shall be pleased." He passed into the room with the words, that room in which Stella had sat on her wedding-eve, gazing forth into the night.