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He would have gone further in the same strain, but my husband suddenly rose from his seat and touched him lightly on the shoulder saying: "Sandip, Chandranath Babu is here." I started and turned round, to find an aged gentleman at the door, calm and dignified, in doubt as to whether he should come in or retire. His face was touched with a gentle light like that of the setting sun.
Roy struck in so sharply that Dyán stared open-mouthed. "How the devil can you know?" "And how the devil can you not know," countered Roy, "when it's your precious paragon Chandranath." He scored his point clean and true. "Chandranath!" Dyán echoed blankly, staring into the fire. Roy said nothing; simply let the fact sink in.
It is quite likely that there was a touch of womanly wile in it. She wanted, perhaps, to raise her value in my eyes. She might have been pointedly saying to me: "Please don't imagine for a moment that I am entirely overcome by you. My respect for Chandranath Babu is even greater." Well, indulge in your respect by all means! Schoolmasters thrive on it.
The light of a wall lamp shone full on his friend's face clean-cut, handsome, unmistakable.... Dyán! Dyán and Chandranath! It was the conjunction that confounded Roy and tinged elation with dismay. He could hardly contain himself till Dyán joined the audience; standing a little apart; not taking a seat. Something in his face reminded Roy of the strained fervour in his letter to Arúna.
She wishes to be alone." "Your cousin, except for my timely intrusion, would by this time be permanently secure from interruption in the belly of a mugger," retorted the supposed ascetic in English. Roy started and stared. The voice was unmistakable. "Chandranath! Masquerading as a saint? You are no guru." "And you are no Rajput. You also appear to be masquerading as a lover, perhaps?
Before Chandranath came to his senses, the steel-spring grasp was on his throat, stifling the yell of terror at Roy's supposed return.... The tussle was short and silent. Within three minutes Dyán had his man down; arms and body pinioned between his powerful knees, that his one available hand might be free to strike. Then, in a low fierce rush, he spoke: "Yes it is I Dyán Singh.
Second only to that triumph, the really important outcome of their glorious Ten Days was that, with Desmond's help, Roy fought the battle of going on to Marlborough when he was twelve and won.... It was horrid leaving them all again; but it did make a wonderful difference knowing there was Desmond at the other end; and together they would champion that doubtfully grateful victim Chandranath.
I must confess there was something in me which ... what shall I say? ... which makes me wish I could have died! Chandranath Babu, when he finds leisure, comes to me. He has the power to lift my mind up to an eminence from where I can see in a moment the boundary of my life extended on all sides and so realize that the lines, which I took from my bounds, were merely imaginary.
An oath and a threatening forward move, impelled the speaker to an undignified step backward. Roy cooled a little at that. The fellow was beneath contempt. "I am of highest caste, English and Indian. I admit no slur in the conjunction; and I take no insults from any man...." He made another forward move, purely for the pleasure of seeing Chandranath jerk backward.
Visible, spectacular victory, alone could impress the East: and such an impression might have counteracted many mistakes that had gone before.... Tuesday brought no Dyán; only a scrawled note: "Sorry too much business. Can't come just now." If one could take that at its face value ! But it might mean anything. Had Chandranath found out and had Dyán not the moral courage to go his own way?
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