No one would have been more surprised than Sir Arthur himself had he been told that he was a tyrant. Yet very soon those who were brought into contact with him discovered what a domineering spirit dwelt behind that sweet smile; how, without ever departing from a form of speech and manner that, with his own family was almost always caressing, with the rest of the world affable, no human being had ever been able to move him from the prosecution of his own purpose. Such a character, combined with a mighty intellect, would have been an enormous power for good. Unfortunately, it was upon the slightest premises and with limited reasoning faculties that Sir Arthur formed his unalterable views of life. One of the problems that had most puzzled Aspasia, since unexpected family misfortunes had driven her to seek a home with the Lieutenant-Governor (her uncle and guardian), was whether her beautiful new aunt did not really hate Sir Arthur; and, "if she didn’t," as the child phrased it, "how she could?" But not even Baby’s shrewd young eyes could discover a flaw in the serenity with which Lady Gerardine listened to her husband’s theories, or the grace with which she lent herself to the fulfilment of his wishes. She now sat beside him with a half smile, her hands busied with some delicate work: a lovely picture of cool placidity. Sir Arthur turned and gazed upon her with such an eye of condescending and complacent affection as that with which the Grand Turk may regard his last favourite. "Well, dear," he pursued, "I have finally rejected the Rajah’s request." "Indeed?" She shot a look at him as if she would have added something; but upon the second thought dropped her long lids and resumed her embroidery, while Aspasia, in her usual pose at her aunt’s feet, broke into shrill protest: "You never did? Why, Runkle, and everybody said the poor man was quite right! Only last night I heard General Staveley tell Aunt Rosamond that it was a mere case of justice, not to say one of expediency." The Lieutenant-Governor’s self-satisfaction waxed visibly to swelling point. "Ha! I dare say," he commented. "Indeed, I flatter myself, my dear Aspasia, that there is not another man in India that would have dared to take the responsibility. Aha, Rosamond, firmness! I was firm. Very firm. Discontented, disloyal set! I won’t give them an inch more than the measure." "Oh Lor!" ejaculated Baby. Lady Gerardine’s eyelashes flickered a second. "Quiet!" she said, giving her niece a tap upon the shoulder. Baby subsided, growling to herself like a tiger cub: "That nice prince...! If Runkle does not start a new mutiny——!"