Chunder Singh and Lutfullah went to see them occasionally, and sent morning and night to inquire after their health. Mr. Montgomery, the Resident, paid them periodical visits, but there was no word of the rajah. Mysterious to the ladies, to Aglaia, to whom her deliverer was everything, this sudden disappearance was a shock as cruel as it was inexplicable. Where had her Daddy-Tom gone? she would ask piteously. Why hadn't he said good-bye to her? Couldn't he send her a letter if he liked? Questions which no one, not even the wise Chunder Singh, could answer. Had it not been for baby Dick, who was one of the most restless of little persons, she would have suffered even more severely. In the new healthy atmosphere that surrounded him, Dick had recovered his vigour. The wizened little face was filling up. Roses and dimples were asserting their rights. The long pent-up limbs were expanding luxuriously in all sorts of joyous activities, which Aglaia, who had begun by being his slave, was bound to share. Never was a merrier or a more irrepressible little man than Dick. Sometimes, worn out by games and laughter, he would fall asleep, and then Aglaia would steal quietly to the lattice, and, the tears dropping from her eyes, would watch and watch. 'Oh! if he would only come--if he would only come!' 'Everyone goes away,' she said to Lucy one day. 'I wonder why?' 'I don't know, dear,' said Lucy, who was becoming more and more melancholy. 'I suppose they must.' 'He needn't,' said Aglaia proudly. 'He is the master of everyone here.' 'Your Daddy-Tom, as you call him, is like the Good Shepherd in the parable,' said Lucy. 'Do you remember?' 'Yes,' said Aglaia, in a low voice, her little face becoming strangely set. 'He left all the others.' 'And he went after the one that was lost,' filled in Lucy with a sigh. 'I always thought it was uninteresting to be one of the ninety-and-nine. I am sure of it now.' 'I don't understand,' said Aglaia wearily. 'Of course you don't, and I am a goose--an ungrateful goose, too,' said Lucy, her eyes filling with tears. 'If he only brings back Grace----' 'Is that her name?' said Aglaia. 'Yes; isn't it pretty? And it's just like herself. Dearest Grace! We should never be dull or miserable if she were here.' 'Tell me what she is like,' said Aglaia. 'What Grace is like? Ah! that's not so easy,' said Lucy enthusiastically. 'She is perfectly lovely to begin with, tall and very slender--oh! my darling'--breaking into tears and sobs--'if you are alive, you must be more than slender now. All these days and nights! I can't bear to think of it. She was so gentle, too. I never heard her complain once. And her temper was that of an angel. Everyone--even the servants--adored her. It was through Tikaram's love for her that we got away at all. As for the man who brought us here, he simply worshipped her. Don't you hope she may come back safely, Aglaia?' 'Yes,' answered the child, briefly and sadly.