Good.

And the meeting-place?
Ramabai's garden.

It was well.

They would be ready.
Flicker-flicker danced the lights; flicker-flicker went the tongues.
And the peaceful oriental stars looked down serenely.
Umballa remained in the palace, burning with the fires of murder.
Messenger after messenger came to report that the fugitives were still at large.

Contrary to Ahmed's expectations, Umballa did not believe that his enemies would be foolhardy enough to seek refuge in the house of Ramabai.