Tessa was wild with excitement.  “How lovely!” she cried.  “Oh, how lovely!  Dear Uncle St. Bernard, mayn’t I go down and help him?”

But Bernard decreed that she should remain upon the verandah, and, strangely, Tessa submitted without protest.  She held his hand tightly, as if to prevent herself making any inadvertent dash for freedom, but she leapt to and fro like a dog on the leash, squeaking her ecstasy at every fresh display achieved by the bizarre masked figure below them.

Bernard watched her with compassionate sympathy in his kindly eyes.  Little Tessa had won a very warm place in his heart.  He marvelled at her mother’s attitude of callous indifference.

Certainly Tessa had never enjoyed herself more thoroughly than on that evening of her tenth birthday.  Time flew by on the wings of delight.  Tommy’s exhibition was appreciated with almost delirious enthusiasm on the verandah, and a little crowd of natives at the gate pushed and nudged each other with an admiration quite as heartfelt though carefully suppressed.

The display had been going on for some time when Stella came out alone and joined the two on the verandah.  To Tessa’s eager inquiry for Uncle Everard she made answer that he had been called out on business, and to Bernard she added that Hafiz had sent him a message by one of the servants, and she supposed he had gone to Rustam Karin’s stall in the bazaar.  She looked pale and dispirited, but she joined in Tessa’s delighted appreciation of the entertainment which now was drawing to a close.

It was getting late, and as with a shower of coloured stars the magician in the compound accomplished a grand finale, Bernard put his arm around the narrow shoulders and said, with a kindly squeeze, “I am going to see my princess home again now.  She mustn’t lose all her beauty-sleep.”

She lifted her face to kiss him.  “It has been—­lovely,” she said.  “I do wish I needn’t go back to-night.  Do you think Aunt Mary would mind if I stayed with you?”

He smiled at her whimsically.  “Perhaps not, princess; but I am going to take you back to her all the same.  Say good-night to Aunt Stella!  She looks as if a good dose of bed would do her good.”

Tommy, with his mask in his hand, came running up the verandah-steps, and Tessa sprang to meet him.

“Oh, Tommy—­darling, I have enjoyed myself so!”

He kissed her lightly.  “That’s all right, scaramouch.  So have I. I must get out of this toggery now double-quick.  I suppose you are off in your ’rickshaw?  I’ll walk with you.  It’ll be on the way to the Club.”

“Oh, how lovely!  You on one side and Uncle St. Bernard on the other!” cried Tessa.

“The princess will travel in state,” observed Bernard.  “Ah!  Here comes Peter with Scooter!  Have your cloak on before you take him out!”

The cloak had fallen from the chair.  Peter set down Scooter in his prison, and picked it up.  By the light of the bobbing, coloured lanterns he placed it about her shoulders.