I believe she herself was a houri without them.

And at midnight, when the south wind was cool and strong from the river, Strobo and Armour would walk up Chowringhee Road and look at the red brick School of Art from the outside in the light of the street lamps, as a preliminary to our friend's final acceptance of the task of superintending it from within.
We in Simla, of course, knew nothing of all this at the time; the details leaked out later when Strobo came up again.

I began to feel some joyful anxiety when in a letter dated a week after Armour's arrival in Calcutta, the Director of Public Instruction wrote to inquire whether he had yet left Simla; but the sweet blow did not fall with any precision or certainty until the newspaper arrived containing his name immediately under that of Herr Vanrig and Mme.

Dansky in the list of passengers who had sailed per S.S.Dupleix on the fifteenth of June for Colombo.

There it was, 'I.