She almost fainted one evening, but Will was with her and she never forgot his kindly ministrations.

A few hours’ journey from Ghawalkhand Sir Reginald himself met her, and here she parted with Will with renewed promises of a future meeting towards the end of the year.

Sir Reginald fussed over her kind-heartedly, hoped she had enjoyed herself, thought she looked very thin, and declared that his wife was looking forward with much pleasure to her return.  The State was still somewhat unsettled, there had been one or two outrages of late, nothing serious, of course, but the native element was restless, and he fancied Lady Bassett was nervous.

She was away at a polo-match when they arrived, and Muriel profited by her absence and went straight to bed.

She could have slept for hours had she been permitted to do so, but Lady Bassett, returning, awoke her to receive her welcome.  She was charmed to have her back, she declared, though shocked to see her looking so wan, “so almost plain, dear child, if one may take the liberty of an old friend to tell you so.”

Neither the crooked smile that accompanied this gentle criticism nor the decidedly grim laugh with which it was received, was of a particularly friendly nature; but these facts were not extraordinary.  There had never been the smallest hint of sympathy between them.

“I trust you will be looking much better than this two nights hence,” Lady Bassett proceeded in her soft accents.  “The Rajah’s ball is to be very magnificent, quite dazzlingly so from all accounts.  Mr. Bobby Fraser is of course behind the scenes, and he tells me that the preparations in progress are simply gigantic.  By the way, dear, it is to be hoped that your absence has not damaged your prospects in that quarter.  I have been afraid lately that he was transferring his allegiance to the second Egerton girl.  I hope earnestly that there is nothing in it, for you know how I have your happiness at heart, do you not?  And it would be such an excellent thing for you, dear child, as I expect you realise.  For you know, you look so much older than you actually are that you really ought not to throw away any more opportunities.  Every girl thinks she must have her fling, but you, dear, should soberly think of getting settled soon.  You would not like to get left, I feel sure.”

At this point Muriel sat up suddenly, her dark eyes very bright, and in brief tones announced that so far as she was concerned the second Egerton girl was more than welcome to Mr. Fraser and she hoped, if she wanted him, she would manage to keep him.

It was crudely expressed, as Lady Bassett pointed out with a sigh for her waywardness; but Muriel always was crude when her deeper feelings were disturbed, and physical fatigue had made her irritable.

She wished ardently that Lady Bassett would leave her, but Lady Bassett had not quite done.  She lingered to ask for news of poor little Daisy Musgrave.  Had she yet fully recovered from the shock of her cousin’s tragic death?  Could she bear to speak of him?  She, Lady Bassett, had always suspected the existence of an unfortunate attachment between them.