Quite half an hour he was told, and the man was sent for.
"Well?
You delivered my letter ?" said Thresk.
"Yes, Sahib." "And there was no answer ?" "No.

No answer, Sahib," replied the man cheerfully.
"Very well." He waited yet another hour, and since still no acknowledgment had come he strolled along the road himself.

He came to a large white house.

A flagpost tapered from its roof but no flag blew out its folds.

There was a garden about the house, the trim well-ordered garden of the English folk with a lawn and banks of flowers, and a gardener with a hose was busy watering it.