As Mrs Bolter filled a glass from a carafe upon the sideboard, the doctor took a bottle of strong salts offered by one of the ladies present, and held it beneath the young man's nostrils, but without the slightest effect. Then the water was handed to the doctor, who liberally used it about the young Prince's face, as the Resident drew near and gazed upon the prostrate figure, keenly noting the clayey hue of the face and the great drops of dank perspiration that stood upon the brow. "What is it, doctor?" he whispered. "Fainting--over-excitement," replied Dr Bolter. "He's coming round." The fact was beginning to be patent to all, for a change was coming over the young man's aspect, and he began to mutter impatiently as the drops of water were sprinkled upon his face, opening his eyes at last and gazing about him in a puzzled way, as if he could not comprehend his position. Then his memory seemed to come back with a flash, and he started up into a sitting position, muttered a few Malay words in a quick, angry manner, sprang to his feet, and then, with his eyes flashing, he snatched his kris from the band of his sarong, showing his teeth and standing defiant, ready to attack some enemy with the flame-shaped blade that was dully gleaming in his hand. "Come, Rajah," said the doctor, soothingly, "be calm, my dear sir. You are among friends." "Friends!" he cried, hoarsely. "_No_: enemies! You have let him take her away, I know," he hissed between his teeth; "but you shall tell me. Who else has gone?" "Captain Hilton," said the doctor. "Yes, I was sure," hissed the Malay. "He was always there at her side. I was ref--fused; but I cannot sit still and see her stolen away by another, and I will have revenge--I will have revenge!" The Malay Prince's aspect told plainly enough that he would have sprung like a wild beast at his enemy's throat had he been present; and saving Mrs Bolter and Grey, who stood holding her hand, the ladies crowded together, one or two shrieking with alarm as the Resident quietly advanced to the young Malay. "Put up your weapon, sir," he said firmly. "We are not savages. Recollect that you are amongst civilised people now." The Rajah turned upon him with so fierce and feline a look that Grey Stuart turned paler than she already was, and pressed Mrs Bolter's hand spasmodically; but Harley did not shrink, he merely fixed the young man as it were with his eyes, before whose steady gaze the sullen, angry glare of the young Prince sank, and he stood as if turned to stone. "Yes," he said, in a guttural voice; "you are right;" and slowly replacing his kris in its sheath, he covered the hilt with his silken plaid before standing there with his brows knit, and the veins in his temples standing out as if he were engaged in a heavy struggle to master the savage spirit that had gained the ascendant. "That is better," said the Resident, quietly. "Now we can talk like sensible men."