"
"I shouldn't have thought life was very easy with Lady Meryon."
"Oh, she is kind enough in an indifferent sort of way. I am not
the persecuted Jane Eyre sort of governess at all. But that is
all on the surface and does not matter. It is India I care for
-the people, the sun, the infinite beauty. It was coming home.
You would laugh if I told you I knew Peshawar long before I came
here. Knew it - walked here, lived. Before there were English in
India at all." She broke off. "You won't understand."
"Oh, I have had that feeling, too," I said patronizingly. "If one
has read very much about a place-"
"That was not quite what I meant. Never mind. The people, the
place - that is the real thing to me. All this is the dream." The
sweep of her hand took in not only Winifred and myself, but the
general's stately residence, which to blaspheme in Peshawar is
rank infidelity.
"By George, I would give thousands to feel that! I can't get out
of Europe here. I want to write, Miss Loring," I found myself
saying. "I'd done a bit, and then the war came and blew my life
to pieces.
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