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Updated: May 23, 2025
Not even to Nick trusted counsellor and confidant would that door ever open; perhaps to none.... The Christmas service roused her somewhat from the contemplation of her perplexities, and after it there were friends to greet Colonel Bradlaw and his merry little wife, Will Musgrave, Daisy, and the radiant Peggy.
While this was in progress, the Rajah's messenger was admitted and conducted to the table behind which stood Sir Reginald with Olga and Colonel Bradlaw. He was a very magnificent person, turbaned and glittering; he bore himself like the servant of an emperor. In his hands he carried with extreme care an ivory casket, exquisitely carved, with a lock of wrought Indian gold.
"Noel! Is it Noel?" asked Colonel Bradlaw. And the man himself made answer, spitting forth the blood that impeded his utterance. "Yes, it's me! But I'm done, sir! I'm done! Bring a light someone! I can't see where I'm going!" The moonstone-seller's arm was round him, holding him up. "All right, lad! I've got you!" he said. "But bring a light! Bring a light!"
Without Noel she would have found that State dinner as dreary as it was pompous. The Rajah was occupied with discussing the laws of British sport with Colonel Bradlaw who regarded himself as an authority on such matters, and expressed his opinions ponderously and at extreme length. Nick was far away down the long table, seated beside Daisy Musgrave, obviously to their mutual satisfaction.
It was to be quite an important affair, and every European within reach was to attend according to Noel's decree. He had persuaded his colonel to have a purely European function for once, pleading that it would be so much more like Home; and Colonel Bradlaw, albeit with hesitation, had yielded the point. So to that one night's entertainment no native guests had been invited.
But he didn't confide it to me." She gave another sharp sigh, and said no more. Colonel Bradlaw came up and joined them, and after a little the Rajah also. He stationed himself beside Olga, and began to talk in his smooth way of all the wonders in the district she had yet to see.
He pressed her hand to him with no visible movement. "And now?" he said. "Ah, no, not now," she murmured, half-laughing. "You have quite put an end to that." They were interrupted. Colonel Bradlaw had just heard of their engagement from Daisy, and came up to make Max's acquaintance and to offer his pompous felicitations. Before these were over the game began, greatly to Olga's relief.
To the rest of the world she was as she had ever been, quiet and gentle, perhaps a little colourless, possibly in the eyes of some even insignificant, "too reserved to be interesting," according to Colonel Bradlaw who liked a woman to have plenty of vivacity and mirth in her composition.
Hunt-Goring had apparently removed himself from the gay company altogether, for she saw him not at all. His absence was the only palliating circumstance in that hour of sick suspense. It was growing late and the remaining dances were few, when a native orderly entered the room and stepped up to Colonel Bradlaw, who was standing with Sir Reginald.
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