"Jules," she said, "If this person ever crosses the threshold of my door again, shoot him like the dog he is!" And then the black-browed Frenchman, holding open the door, hissed "ALLEZ!" as Hugh Johnstone saw for the last time the marble face of the woman who had doomed him to shame.
"Go and send Ram Lal to me at once!" sternly said Berthe Louison.

"Then to Major Hawke.

Tell him that I want him to dine with me, and I shall need him all the evening.

Order my carriage for five o'clock!" Alan Hawke had played his best trump card, and played it well, for the woman who had doubted him, gloried in his courage and hardihood.

"I can trust him now!" she murmured when she drove to the Delhi agency of Grindlays and, two hours later, astounded the local manager by the executive rapidity of her varied business actions.
"What's in the wind ?" murmured the bank manager.