Why not, in the name of all that is just and holy, demand of men the same chastity that they demand of women? I know this is not the rule in “society”; that there are many men who claim to be men of honor, gentlemen, and many of them professing Christians, who glibly talk about the beauty of chastity and virtue, and yet who feed in every pasture as if they had a right there, but if their wives step aside, then the devil is to pay, and all that. I acted according to my sense of justice—one law for both sexes, so how could I have done otherwise than I did? What of the Hon. gentleman, an officer in her majesty’s service? I might have shot him, and been hung for it, as that is justice according to English law. I might have exposed him and created a scandal, to be myself despised as a cuckold, and he be patted on the back by his gentlemen comrades, or laughed at for being caught. Such an escapade, by what I have read and heard, is winked at by mothers in English “society,” and constituents would not hesitate in making such a man a member of Parliament. “Young men will sow their wild oats,” is their excuse. “It is only an exuberance of gaiety—a youthful indiscretion,” say they. An English writer, a member of Parliament, so the statement is not to be doubted, said in a newspaper article that “An Englishman is never so happy as when stealing his neighbor’s wife,” so the Hon. may still be happy stealing other men’s wives, as he stole mine. But then she was only an “Eurasian,” the wife of that “damned Eurasian,” and so fit game for an Hon. or any other gentleman. I went to Ram Kishn, and he followed me into the arbor where we could be alone. I told him what I had done. He replied, “Sahib, I am a poor, ignorant, bhut parast, and have no more sense than if I was brother to a donkey, yet I think you are doing right.” “Now, Ram Kishn,” I inquired, “you will never tell a word of this?” He thrust out his tongue, with his teeth upon it, as if to say, if it ever utters a word may it be bitten off. And his tongue ever remained true and unbitten. We two lived in this way in a divided house, not a home. Talk about hell fire! It could not be worse than what I endured and suffered during the long and dreary months while we lived and died a living death in every day. I provided everything I could for her comfort, the best of servants, the choicest kinds of food, books, magazines and illustrated papers. She had her drives, but alone, the carriage was for her and no one else. We seldom met, and then only for a word or two, when I asked if she needed anything. I think, as she became conscious of her sin against me, she respected me for the course I took.