"I rarely forget history, Miss Lorne, especially when it is such recent history as that memorable Buddhist rising at Trincomalee.

It began upon an utterly unfounded, ridiculous rumour; it terminated, if my memory serves me correctly, in something akin to the very thing it was supposed to avert.

That is to say, during the outburst of fanaticism, that most sacred of all relics--the holy tooth of Buddha--disappeared mysteriously from the temple of Dambool, and in spite of the fact that many lacs of rupees were offered for its recovery, it has never, I believe, been found, or even traced, to this day, although a huge fortune awaits the restorer, and, with it, overpowering honours from the native princes.
Those must have been trying times, Lady Chepstow, for the commandant's wife, the mother of the commandant's only child ?" "Horrible! horrible!" she answered, with a shudder, forgetting for an instant the dangers of the present in the recollection of the tragical past.

"For a period, our lives were not safe; murder hid behind every bush, skulked in the shadow of every rock and tree, and we knew not at what minute the little garrison might be rushed under cover of the darkness and every soul slaughtered before the relief force could come to our assistance.

I died a hundred deaths in a day in my anxiety for husband and child.