She walked beside him in so strange a confusion of happiness and misery that it was impossible to say where one ended and the other began. In the semi-darkness she tripped and stumbled on the threshold, and he caught her close to him, holding her thus for a long moment. Then he began to dress. At this point the long lean form of Amar Singh appeared in the doorway. But at sight of the Memsahib, arrayed for dinner, he departed as noiselessly as he had come; not without a lurking sense of injury, since it was clearly his privilege to do those last offices for his Sahib of twelve years' standing. Evelyn, anxious to show that she could be useful on occasion, followed Theo to and fro like a shadow; handed him the wrong thing at the wrong moment with pathetic insistence; and hindered his progress by a host of irrelevant questions. But some women can hinder more engagingly than others can help; and in any case Theo Desmond was in no humour to lose patience with his wife that morning. Once her attention was caught and held by Desmond's sword and revolver, laid ready on a small table. She regarded them with a kind of fearful fascination. They were no longer mere ornaments of his uniform, but actual death-dealers, going forth to do murderous work. The short blue muzzle of the revolver had a sinister look, and a point of light at the tip winked like a mocking eye. "Theo," she said suddenly in an awe-struck undertone, "do you know what I was dreaming when you woke me? I dreamt that you were fighting with Afridis,--ever so many of them,--and you were all alone. I thought they were going to--kill you every minute. They were running after you----" Here Desmond dispelled the tragic vision with a shout of laughter. "They'll never get the chance to do _that_, Ladybird, so long as I have the use of my bare hands, let alone my sword!" "But, Theo, just think, if you were all alone, and you were bound to get killed if you stayed, and there was me at home praying to get you back safe; wouldn't you be allowed to run away--even then?" Desmond smiled; but he did not answer at once. The ludicrous suggestion, with its unconscious touch of pathos, hurt him more than he cared to acknowledge. "It isn't a case of being allowed," he said. "I should never be left quite alone like that; and anyway, they don't lay down a code of morals for us in the Queen's Regulations. It is understood that a British officer will play the man, even in desperate straits." She knitted her brows wistfully. "Yes, of course. Only--it seems rather hard on--the wives and mothers." "You never said a truer word, little woman. That's why they need to have such good grit in them,--don't you see?" "Yes--I see. But mayn't you just get out of the way of a bullet if you happen to see it coming?" Desmond shook his head.