“You feel afraid of me?” he asked.

“Not at all.  Why should I?  Why do you wish to see me alone?”

“I have decided you are to be my friend.  Are you not pleased?”

“But I don’t know anything about you.  Suppose you tell me who you are and tell me why you use beggars to spy on my husband.”

“Those who have great plans make powerful enemies, and fight against odds.  I make friends where I can, and instruments even of my enemies.  You are to be my friend.”

“You look very young to—­”

Suddenly Tess saw light again, and the discovery caused her pupils to contract a little and then dilate.  The Rajput noticed it, and laughed.  Then, leaning forward: 

“How did vou know I am a woman?  Tell me.  I must know.  I shall study to act better.”

Tess leaned back entirely at her ease at last and looked up at the sky, rather reveling in relief and in the fun of turning the tables.

“Please tell me!  I must know!”

“Oh, one thing and another.  It isn’t easy to explain.  For one thing, your insteps.”

“I will get other boots.  What else?  I make no lap.  I hold my hands as a man does.  Is my voice too high—­too excitable?”

“No.  There are men with voices like yours.  There’s a long golden hair on your shoulder that might, of course, belong to some one else, but your ears are pierced—­”

“So are many men’s.”

“And you have blue eyes, and long fair lashes.  I’ve seen occasional Rajput men with blue eyes, too, but your teeth—­much too perfect for a man.”

“For a young man?”

“Perhaps not.  But add one thing to another—­”

“There is something else.  Tell me!”

“You remember when you called attention to the butler before I dismissed him?  No man could do that.  You’re a woman and you can dance.”

“So it is my shoulders?  I will study again before the mirror.  Yes, I can dance.  Soon you shall see me.  You shall see all the most wonderful things in Rajputana.”

“But tell me about yourself,” Tess insisted, offering the cigarettes again.  And this time her guest accepted one.

“My mother was the Russian wife of Bubru Singh, who had no son.  I am the rightful maharanee of Sialpore, only those fools of English put my father’s nephew on the throne, saying a woman can not reign.  They are no wiser than apes!  They have given Sialpore to Gungadhura who is a pig and loathes them instead of to a woman who would only laugh at them, and the brute is raising a litter of little pigs, so that even if he and his progeny were poisoned one by one, there would always be a brat left—­he has so many!”

“And you?”

“First you must promise silence.”

“Very well.”

“Woman to woman!”

“Yes.”

“Womb to womb—­heart to heart—?”

“On my word of honor.  But I promise nothing else, remember!”