And why had he disappeared so suddenly, this stranger with the gun? How she wished she had had the presence of mind to turn back into the temple to find him! Why had Noel spoken of him with such evident restraint? Had he been under orders so to speak? She almost resolved to ask him, but realized immediately that for some reason she could not. Besides, had he not said she would see him again? And when she saw him--when she saw him--again she had to still the tumult of her heart--doubtless she would tell herself how utterly unreasonable her agitation concerning him had been. She would make the acquaintance of a total stranger and wonder how he had ever reminded her of the one man in her world who alone had had the power to move her thus. So, over and over again she reassured herself, considering the matter and dismissing it, only to admit it over and over again for further consideration. Nick made unflattering comment upon her jaded appearance when the time came to return, and bundled her unceremoniously into the Musgraves' dog-cart before Noel could put in a claim. Olga was in some sense relieved, for she did not want to talk, and Daisy fully understood and left her in peace during the drive back to Sharapura. The brief twilight came upon them just before they reached their destination, and when they stopped before the bungalow it was nearly dark. The stately _khitmutgar_ was waiting for them, and helped Olga to descend. He stood by with massive patience while the Musgraves bade her farewell and drove away; then with extreme dignity he addressed her. "There is a strange _sahib_ in the drawing-room, who waits to see the Miss _sahib_," he said. Olga's heart gave a wild bound. "To see me? What name, Kasur?" "Miss _sahib_, he gave no name. 'She knows me,' he said. 'I will announce myself.'" Olga turned to the verandah steps, as if drawn thereto by some unseen magnetic force. Sedately Kasur followed. "Will the Miss _sahib_ await the return of Ratcliffe _sahib_?" he suggested decorously. She turned at the head of the steps. Her eyes were alight, feverish. She was strung to so high a pitch of excitement that she scarcely knew what she did. "No, I can't wait," she threw back to him. "But Ratcliffe _sahib_ will be in directly. Tell him when he comes." And with that she was gone, running swiftly, as one who obeys an urgent call.