“I am glad to hear you say so,” replied Mrs. Lawless, somewhat timidly, “because it makes it easier for me to tell you that I am afraid I must leave you. I daresay you will think me very foolish, but I am too nervous to remain any longer at Mandalinati. I have not slept a wink for the last three nights. I must go back to Jack.” “Oh! you must go back to Jack!” repeats Mrs. Dunstan, with a sneer at Mrs. Lawless. “I hate duplicity! Why can’t you tell the truth at once?” “Mrs. Dunstan! What do you mean?” “I mean that I know why you are going back to Mudlianah as well as you do yourself. It’s all very well to lay it upon ‘Jack,’ or this ridiculous ghost; but you don’t deceive me. I have known your treachery for a long time past. It is not ‘Jack’ you go back to cantonment for--but my husband, and you are a bad, wicked woman.” “For your husband!” cried Cissy Lawless, jumping to her feet. “How dare you insult me in this manner! What have I ever done to make you credit such an absurdity?” “You may call it an absurdity, madam, if you choose, but I call it a diabolical wickedness. Haven’t you made appointments with him, and walked at night in the garden with him, and done all you could to make him faithless to his poor, trusting wife? And you a married woman, too. You ought to be ashamed of yourself!” “Mrs. Dunstan, I will not stand this language any longer. I, flirt with your husband--a man old enough to be my father! You must be out of your senses! Why, he must be fifty if he’s a day!” “He’s not fifty,” screams Ethel, in her rage. “He was only forty-two last birth-day.” “I don’t believe it. His hair is as grey as a badger. Flirt with the Colonel, indeed. When I want to flirt I shall look for a younger and a handsomer man than your husband, I can tell you.” “You’d flirt with him if he were eighty, you bold, forward girl, and I shall take good care to inform Mr. Lawless of the way you have been carrying on with him.” “I shall go down at once, and tell him myself. You don’t suppose I would remain your guest after what has happened for an hour longer than is absolutely necessary. I wish you good morning, Mrs. Dunstan, and a civil tongue for the future.” “Oh, of course, you’ll go to Mudlianah. I was quite prepared for that, and an excellent excuse you have found to get back again. Good day, madam, and the less we meet before you start the better. Grey haired, indeed! Why, many men are grey at thirty, and I’ve often been told that he used to be called ‘Handsome Charlie’ when he first joined the service.”