if I had blown my brains out at the end of the day. Good Heavens!
what have I suffered since. But I will not think of it. Thank God,
I have got my work; and as long as I keep my thoughts on that there
is no room for that other;" and then, by a great effort of will,
Ralph Bathurst put the past behind him, and concentrated his thoughts
on the work on which he had been that day engaged.

The juggler did not arrive on the following evening as he had expected,
but late in the afternoon a native boy brought in a message from
him, saying that his daughter was too shaken and ill to travel,
but that they would come when she recovered.

A week later, on returning from a long day's work, Bathurst was
told that a juggler was in the veranda waiting to see him.

"I told him, sahib," the servant said, "that you cared not for
such entertainments, and that he had better go elsewhere; but he
insisted that you yourself had told him to come, and so I let him
wait."

"Has he a girl with him, Jafur?"

"Yes, sahib."

Bathurst strolled round to the other side of the bungalow, where
Rujub was sitting patiently, with Rabda wrapped in her blue cloth
beside him. They rose to their feet.

"I am glad to see your daughter is better again, Rujub."