"No, she is still in Marut." "That's good. When I was a young lieutenant, she and I were great pals. Of course she is grown-up now, but I always think of her as my wild little comrade who led me into the most hairbreadth adventures." He smiled to himself, and Travers, looking sharply at him, felt that there was a wealth of memories behind the pleasant grey eyes. "Things change," he said sententiously. "Do they? Well, perhaps; though the change, I find, lies usually in oneself, and I never change. Is she married?" "No--not yet." He saw that Nicholson was on the point of answering, asking another question, and he went on hurriedly: "She is not here this afternoon. If you are anxious to meet her, how would it be if I ran over to the Colonel's bungalow and persuaded her to come? I dare say I could manage it." "Excellent, if you wouldn't mind. Or I might go myself. We shall have any amount to say to each other." There was a scarcely noticeable pause before Travers answered: "I think it would be better if I went. I know a short cut, and could get there and back with Miss Caruthers in half an hour. Would you mind telling the Colonel what I have done?" "Certainly. In the meantime, I'll have a talk with the Rajah about this mining business. He seems to have an exceptional individuality, and--" "Remember the doctor!" Travers warned him. "Oh, yes, thanks! I forgot again. By the way, when you see Lois--Miss Caruthers--tell her for me, the cathedral still lacks the chief spire, but otherwise is getting on very nicely." "I'm afraid I don't understand." "No, but I dare say she will. Good-by."