Meanwhile Lenox and his wife went on into the house, Quita disarming reproof by instant apology. "It was delightful; but I'm sorry we were away too long, dear." He smiled contentedly down upon her. "Well--there are limits! Where on earth did you go?" "All through the city again, and I unearthed endless treasures. You'd have loved it." "Of course I should. Great fool that I was not to chuck the writing and take you myself!" "Oh, if you only would, a little oftener!" Something in her tone smote him; and putting both hands on her shoulders, he bent towards her, pain and passion in his eyes. "Darling, tell me, have I been neglecting you lately?" Her low laughter reassured him. "Neglecting me? Dear stupid! D'you suppose I'd sit down under it if you did? Now I'm going to change for dinner; and do please make yourself agreeable to Mrs Norton this evening." For the Deputy Commissioner's wife was honouring her husband with a flying visit, before going north to spend the season in Simla. "The devil take Mrs Norton. Odious woman!" "No,--it's _you_ that will have to take her!" she answered, laughing. "And it's not my fault that you won't have your beautiful Honor on the other side to keep the balance true." Quita enjoyed her little dinner, and saw to it that others did likewise. She was a natural-born hostess. Talk never flagged in her neighbourhood, and her own lack of self-consciousness set the stiffest and shyest at their ease. Besides, she always enjoyed talking to Norton, whose cynicism and critical attitude she disarmed by the simple means of ignoring them. She liked the man's plain, hard-featured face, ploughed with deep lines of thought and effort, and only redeemed from ugliness by his remarkable eyes. "Stoking up!" he remarked grimly, sipping his soup with a keen appreciation of its quality. "Punkahs and hell-fire again in no time. One hardly has time to cool down before the winter slips away. Mrs Norton's off to Simla in ten days; and I suppose you'll be bolting also by the end of next month?" She laughed, and shook her head. "If you're counting on getting my husband to chum with you this hot weather, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." He eyed her quizzically for a moment. "Of course--I forgot. You're a new broom! If I meet you in March three or four years hence, I shall hear another story." "And enjoy the triumph of your own cynicism! Very well, I accept your challenge. I shall write to you three years from now, just to tell you how the land lies." "Do. And if you forget, I shall hear of you from some one else. We know all one another's little doings in this corner of the world. I feel curious about you, and prophesy that Simla and amateur theatricals will carry the day; though for Lenox's sake I hope all the triumph will be on your side. But it's no light matter, I can tell you, to win your spurs as a Frontier officer's wife of the right quality." "Like Mrs Desmond, for instance?"