"Tell him that I am a little uncertain about the safety of the bridge." She sat quite still while Jane was absent in search of the man.

She held her basket on her knee, her hand resting on it.

Her kindly, slow-working mind was wakening to strange thoughts.

To her they seemed inhuman and uncanny.

Was it because good, faithful, ignorant Jane had been rather nervous about Ameerah that she herself had of late got into a habit of feeling as if the Ayah was watching and following her.