The daily usefulness of "Lying as a Fine Art" was never before so apparent to Ram Lal.

He slunk away on foot to his own bit of a zenana.
"I must try to deceive them both! Fool that I was not to see it before! These two Generals are her friends, of old! The secret protector of the wonderful moon-eyed beauty here is General Willoughby, and the other General will secretly help her down at Calcutta.

She came up here, secretly, to see her old lover Willoughby, and that is why she would be able to have a guard arrest me.

For she said just what they said about the prison.

Willoughby goes down often to Calcutta! Ah! Yes! They are all the same, these English! Fools! Not to lock their women up, when they have once bought them, with a secret price! And now, Hawke must never know of this paper I gave her.