He looked down, even as Dewes had done, over that wide space gay with colours as a garden of flowers; but in the one man's eyes there was a light of satisfaction, in the other's a gleam almost of hatred.
"You are not sorry you came out to India," he said.

"Well, for my part," and his voice suddenly shook with passion, "I wish to heaven I had never seen England." Dewes turned about, a vacant stare of perplexity upon his face.
"Oh, come, I say!" he protested.
"I mean it!" cried Shere Ali.

"It was the worst thing that could have happened.

I shall know no peace of mind again, no contentment, no happiness, not until I am dead.

I wish I were dead!" And though he spoke in a low voice, he spoke with so much violence that Colonel Dewes was quite astounded.