It was the short gloaming of Hindostan--the hour when ladies take their evening drive.

She who had accosted the officer was standing in the doorway.

With her were the native doctor and two Hindoo menials.

That much of the business might be seen from the veranda, but all else was concealed amidst the interior gloom.

Shrieks and scuffling acquainted those without that the journeymen were earning their hire.