"You haven't congratulated me and wished me good luck," Eola remarked in an aggrieved voice, which she knew would win over her faithful housekeeper. "I'm sure I beg your pardon. I congratulate you with all my heart. Fancy you marrying a bishop! Who would have thought it! It's no more than you deserve all the same. Dear me! How strangely things turn out! you taking a missionary and finding yourself marrying a bishop! and Mr. Ananda coming to life again and finding his wife a widow! and she escaping all through losing her husband and being widowed! As William--that was my third--said when he fell into a prickly pear bush and just escaped being seen the worse for liquor by the colonel: 'Maria, me dear,'--he was such a gentleman in his speech, he was!--'Maria, me dear! You never know your luck.'" THE END. PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWES AND SONS, LIMITED, LONDON AND BECCLES. BOOKS BY THE SAME AUTHOR HISTORY OF FORT ST. GEORGE, MADRAS ON THE COROMANDEL COAST THE NAUTCH GIRL THE FOREST OFFICER A MIXED MARRIAGE THE SANYASI DILYS CASTE AND CREED THE TEA-PLANTER THE INEVITABLE LAW DARK CORNERS THE UNLUCKY MARK SACRIFICE THE RAJAH THE MALABAR MAGICIAN