CHAPTER IV.
A LITTLE KNOWLEDGE Once in the Town Hall at Simla (the only time I was ever there) it was my fortune to dance with a Mrs.Heymann of Lahore, a tall woman, but a featherweight partner, and in all my dancing days I never had a better waltz.

To my delight she had one other left, though near the end, and we were actually dancing when an excitable person came out of the card-room, flushed with liquor and losses, and carried her off in the most preposterous manner.

It was a shock to me at the time to learn that this outrageous little man was my partner's husband.

Months later, when I came across their case in the papers, it was, I am afraid, without much sympathy for the injured husband.

The man was quite unpresentable, and I had seen no more of him at Simla, but of the woman just enough to know her by matchlight on the terrace at the Riffel Alp.
And this was Bob's widow, this dashing _divorcee_! Dashing she was as I now remembered her, fine in mould, finer in spirit, reckless and rebellious as she well might be.