'You look lovely, darling. I never saw anything so strange. Somebody we know has thought of everything, Kit. To think that we should find new dresses in the jungle!' 'It's Tom, I know,' said Kit with conviction. 'He's a big man here, like Dost Ali Khan, only bigger. The fellows call him the rajah. But, I say, you mustn't keep me, dearest Grace. I promised to let him know the very minute you were awake. I looked in twice and you were asleep.' He gave her a hug, and ran out; but looked back to say, with a little nod, 'They're getting dinner ready, _such_ a jolly one! Can't you smell the cooking? Tom knows how to do it, I can tell you.' Yes: Tom certainly knew how to do it; this Grace said to herself with a smile. But there was a tremor at her heart all the same. What was she to say to him? How could she make him understand her passionate gratitude? While she was thinking he stood at the door, for Kit had found him close by. 'May I come in?' he said, raising the chick. 'Oh yes--yes; come in,' said Grace, half rising from her couch. 'I wanted to see you; I wanted to thank you.' 'And that is just what I can't let you do,' said Tom, as quietly as he could for the furious beating of his heart. 'Are you comfortable?' he went on, looking round. 'Have my people done all they can for you? If you will deign to come with me to Gumilcund, we can do much better; but here----' 'Oh,' cried Grace, with a little agitated laugh; 'but it is just this that is the wonder. It is like a miracle. How _did_ you--how _could_ you have done it?' 'It is my best--I think it is my best,' stammered Tom. 'I wish I could have brought some one who knew you better--your mother, or one of your sisters; but the way was so rough. I was afraid of their breaking down. Is there anything else? Am I tiring you? Had you rather not see me until you are stronger? I would--would _die_ to give you comfort or relief.' 'I know you would,' said Grace simply. 'Oh! thank you,' said the poor fellow in a broken voice. 'It is infinitely good of you to say so; and indeed--indeed it is the simple truth. But'--trying to smile--'dying isn't of much use, is it? If you had died, you couldn't have saved Kit, and, if I had died, I should never have found you. You are sure you have everything you want?' he added, looking round with a sort of piteousness in his face. 'I know very little, you know, about what ladies want; but if there is anything--these Indians are wonderful people----' 'No, no; there is nothing,' said Grace. 'Wonderful! They are _marvellous_; they can almost create. I shall never forget what Hoosanee was to us--' she was speaking rapidly and in little broken sentences--she wanted to put him at his ease; but she felt so strange herself. 'Where is he?' she went on. 'In Gumilcund, I suppose?'