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Updated: June 28, 2025
Bungalows and pine-woods seemed to be its main characteristics, and there was about it none of the languorous Eastern charm that had so haunted the forbidden paradise. Bhulwana was a cheerful place, and though perched fairly high among the hills of Markestan it was possible to get very hot there.
"If it weren't for that sickly baby of hers, I should advise his wife to go straight to him and look after him. But perhaps when this trial is over he will be able to take a rest. I shall order the whole family to Bhulwana if I get the chance." He got up with the words, and faced the company with a certain dogged aggressiveness that compelled attention.
"I went to the palace at Bhulwana once to see them. But the Rajah wasn't there. They were very kind," she added dispassionately, "but rather silly. I don't wonder the Rajah likes white men's wives best." "Oh, quite natural," agreed Tommy.
The rickety, wooden bungalows scattered about the cantonment were temporary lodgings, not abiding-places. The women of the community, like migratory birds, dwelt in them for barely four months in the year, flitting with the coming of the pitiless heat to Bhulwana, their little paradise in the Hills.
She met his look steadily. "You know what will happen, don't you?" she said. "He will order me to Bhulwana." Monck's hand tightened upon hers. "Better that," he said, under his breath, "than to lose you altogether!" "And if it kills me to leave you?" she said. "What then?" He made a gesture that was almost violent, but instantly restrained himself. "I think you are braver than that," he said.
"Good gracious!" said Netta, opening her eyes wide. "But if Mary's sacred person is to be safely stowed at Bhulwana, what is to prevent my remaining here if I so choose?" "Because I don't choose to let you, Mrs. Ermsted," said Major Ralston steadily. She gazed at him. "You don't choose! You!" His eyes did battle with hers.
No one looked askance at her any longer. Even Mrs. Burton's criticism was limited to a strictly secret smile. Netta Ermsted was the last to leave Bhulwana. She returned nervous and fretful, accompanied by Tessa whose joy over rejoining her friends was as patent as her mother's discontent.
During that time she had seen a good deal of her brother-in-law, who, nothing daunted by the discomforts of the journey, went to and fro several times between Bhulwana and the Plains. They had become close friends, and Stella had grown to regard his presence as a safeguard and protection against the nameless evils that surrounded Everard, though she could not have said wherefore.
Perhaps it is not surprising. She has been through a good deal since she came out. And I am afraid there is a good deal before her still." Bernard's big hand closed upon his arm. "Poor old chap!" lie said. "You Indian fellows don't have any such time of it, or your women folk either. How long is she a fixture at Bhulwana?" "The baby is expected in two months' time."
I always think that we ought to live more circumspectly here at Bhulwana than down at Kurrumpore. And if I may be allowed to say so your husband is such a good, kind man, so indulgent, it seems unfair to take advantage of it." "Oh, is he?" laughed Netta. "How ill you know my doughty Richard! Why, it's half the fun in life to make him mad.
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