"Show your manners."

The beast walked toward Tess, sniffed at her, wagged his stern exactly
once and retired to the other end of the veranda, where Chamu, hurrying
with brandy gave him the widest possible berth. Tess looked the other
way while Tom Tripe helped himself to a lot of brandy and a little soda.

"Now get a big bone for the dog," she ordered.

"There is none," the butler answered.

"Bring the leg-of-mutton bone of yesterday."

"That is for soup today."

"Bring it!"

Chamu was standing between Tom Tripe and the Rajputni, with his
back to the latter; so nobody saw the hand that slipped something into
the ample folds of his sash. He departed muttering by way of the steps
and the garden, and the dog growled acknowledgment of the compliment.

Tess's Rajput guest continued to say nothing; but made no move to go.
Introduction was inevitable, for it was the first rule of that house that all
ranks met there on equal terms, whatever their relations elsewhere.
Tom Tripe had finished wiping his mustache, and Tess was still wondering
just how to manage without betraying the sex of the other or the fact
that she herself did not yet know her visitor's name, when Chamu returned
with the bone. He threw it to the dog from a safe distance, and was
sniffed at scornfully for his pains.