CHAPTER II.

CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER IV.

CHAPTER V.

CHAPTER VI.

BOOK III.

PROLOGUE.

CHAPTER I.

CHAPTER II.

CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER IV.

CHAPTER V.

CHAPTER VI.

CHAPTER VII.

CHAPTER VIII.

CHAPTER IX.

CHAPTER X.

CHAPTER XI.

CHAPTER XII.

CHAPTER XIII.

CHAPTER XIV.

CHAPTER XV.

CHAPTER XVI.

BOOK IV.

CHAPTER I.

CHAPTER II.

CHAPTER III.

CHAPTER IV.

CHAPTER V.

CHAPTER VI.

CHAPTER VII.

CHAPTER VIII.

CONCLUSION.

CHAPTER I.

CHAPTER II.

     Epilogue.

BOOK I.

PROLOGUE.

     “For what is a man profited, if he shall gain the whole world
      and lose his own soul? or what shall a man give in exchange for
      his soul?”

At Surat, by a window of his private office in the East India Company’s factory, a middle-aged man stared out upon the broad river and the wharves below.  Business in the factory had ceased for the day:  clerks and porters had gone about their own affairs, and had left the great building strangely cool and empty and silent.  The wharves, too, were deserted—­all but one, where a Hindu sat in the shade of a pile of luggage, and the top of a boat’s mast wavered like the index of a balance above the edge of the landing-stairs.