"You know what women are, don't you?
Stephen will tell you interesting things about Rajputana if you can get him to talk.
I shall see you before you go," and she lifted the screen and went out of the room.

In the darkness of the passage she stood silent for a moment to steady herself and while she stood there, in spite of her efforts, her tears burst forth again uncontrollably.

She clasped her hands tightly over her mouth so that the sound of her sobbing might not reach to the table in the centre of the big marquee; and with her lips whispering in all sincerity the vain wish that she were dead she stumbled along the corridor.
But the sound had reached into the big marquee and coming after the silence it wrung Thresk's heart.

He knew this of her at all events--that she did not easily cry.

Ballantyne touched him on the arm.
"You blame me for this." "I don't know that I do," answered Thresk slowly.