Now it was the two Englishmen seated side by side behind the ropes and quietly talking of what was "not good for us," as though they had the whole of India, and the hill-districts, besides, in their pockets.

He saw their faces, and, quietly though he stood and impassive as he looked, he was possessed with a longing to behold them within reach, so that he might strike them and disfigure them for ever.

Now it was Violet Oliver as she descended the steps into the great courtyard of the Fort, dainty and provoking from the arched slipper upon her foot to the soft perfection of her hair.

He saw her caught into the twilight swirl of pale white faces and so pass from his sight, thinking that at the same moment she passed from his life.

Then it was the Viceroy in his box at the racecourse and all Calcutta upon the lawn which swept past his eyes.