"Four o'clock in the morning till midnight;" and she suddenly caught him by the arm.
"But it's worth it." She let him go and clasped her hands together.

"Oh, you have got everything!" she cried in envy.
"No," he answered.

But she would not listen.
"Everything you asked for," she said and she added hurriedly, "Do you still collect miniatures?
No time for that now I suppose." Once more Ballantyne's voice called to them from the camp-fire.
"You must go." Thresk looked through the opening of the tent.

Ballantyne had turned and was coming back towards them.
"I'll write to you from Bombay," he said, and utter disbelief showed in her face and sounded in her laugh.
"That letter will never reach me," she said lightly, and she went up to the door of the tent.

Thresk had a moment whilst her back was turned and he used it.