“Yes — I have just the six months' leave.”

“Will you like being out there?”

“I think so — there's a good deal of social life, and plenty going on — hunting, polo — and always a good horse — and plenty of work, any amount of work.”

He was always side-tracking, always side-tracking his own soul.

She could see him so well out there, in India — one of the governing class, superimposed upon an old civilization, lord and master of a clumsier civilization than his own. It was his choice. He would become again an aristocrat, invested with authority and responsibility, having a great helpless populace beneath him. One of the ruling class, his whole being