And the wild plums grow in the jungle, only a penny a pound. 
     Only a penny a pound, baba—­only . . .

Then came the tears, and the piteous rebellion against fate till she slept, moaning a little in her sleep, with the right arm thrown clear of the body as though it protected something that was not there.  It was after this night that life became a little easier for Holden.  The ever-present pain of loss drove him into his work, and the work repaid him by filling up his mind for nine or ten hours a day.  Ameera sat alone in the house and brooded, but grew happier when she understood that Holden was more at ease, according to the custom of women.  They touched happiness again, but this time with caution.

’It was because we loved Tota that he died.  The jealousy of God was upon us,’ said Ameera.  ’I have hung up a large black jar before our window to turn the evil eye from us, and we must make no protestations of delight, but go softly underneath the stars, lest God find us out.  Is that not good talk, worthless one?’

She had shifted the accent on the word that means ‘beloved,’ in proof of the sincerity of her purpose.  But the kiss that followed the new christening was a thing that any deity might have envied.  They went about henceforward saying, ‘It is naught, it is naught;’ and hoping that all the Powers heard.

The Powers were busy on other things.  They had allowed thirty million people four years of plenty wherein men fed well and the crops were certain, and the birth-rate rose year by year; the districts reported a purely agricultural population varying from nine hundred to two thousand to the square mile of the overburdened earth; and the Member for Lower Tooting, wandering about India in pot-hat and frock-coat, talked largely of the benefits of British rule and suggested as the one thing needful the establishment of a duly qualified electoral system and a general bestowal of the franchise.  His long-suffering hosts smiled and made him welcome, and when he paused to admire, with pretty picked words, the blossom of the blood-red dhak-tree that had flowered untimely for a sign of what was coming, they smiled more than ever.

It was the Deputy Commissioner of Kot-Kumharsen, staying at the club for a day, who lightly told a tale that made Holden’s blood run cold as he overheard the end.

’He won’t bother any one any more.  Never saw a man so astonished in my life.  By Jove, I thought he meant to ask a question in the House about it.  Fellow-passenger in his ship—­dined next him—­bowled over by cholera and died in eighteen hours.  You needn’t laugh, you fellows.  The Member for Lower Tooting is awfully angry about it; but he’s more scared.  I think he’s going to take his enlightened self out of India.’

’I’d give a good deal if he were knocked over.  It might keep a few vestrymen of his kidney to their own parish.  But what’s this about cholera?  It’s full early for anything of that kind,’ said the warden of an unprofitable salt-lick.