Roy lifted his eyes. Lance frankly encountered them; and there ensued one of those intimate pauses in which the unspeakable is said.
Roy looked away. "Arúna?" He let fall the word barely above his breath.
"You're frightened--both of you? Oh yes--I've seen----" He fell silent, staring into the fire. When he spoke again, it was in the same low, detached tone. "You two needn't worry. The guarantee you're after was given ... in July 1914 ... under the beeches ... at Home. _She_ foresaw--understood. But she couldn't foresee ... the harder tug--now she's gone. The ... association ... and all that."
To Lance Desmond, very much a man, it seemed the queerest state of things; and he knew only a fragment of the truth.
"Look here, Roy," he urged again. "Wouldn't the Punjab really be best? Aren't you plunging a bit too deep----? Does your father realise? Thea feels----"
"Yes. Thea feels, bless her! But there's a thing or two she doesn't _know_!" He lifted his head and spoke in an easier voice. "One queer thing--it may interest you. Those few weeks of living as an Indian among Indians--amazingly intensified all the other side of me. I never felt keener on the Sinclair heritage and all it stands for. I never felt keener on you two than all this time while I've been concentrating every faculty on--the other two. Sounds odd. But it's a fact."
"Good. And does--your cousin know ... about the guarantee?"
Roy straightly returned his friend's challenging gaze. "Damn you!" he said softly. Then, in a graver tone: "You're right. I've been shirking it. Seemed a shame to spoil Christmas. Remains--the New Year. I fixed it up--while you were playing that thing, to be exact."
"You did--if that gives you any satisfaction!" He rose, stretched himself and yawned ostentatiously. "My God, I wish it was over."
Desmond said nothing. If Roy loved him more for one quality than another, it was for his admirable gift of silence.
"Yet shall I bear in my heart this honour of the burden of pain--this gift of thine."--RABINDRANATH TAGORE.
It was the last day of the year; the last moon of the year, almost at her zenith. Of all the Christmas guests Lance alone remained; and Thea had promised him before leaving, a moonlight vision of Amber, the Sleeping Beauty of Rajasthán. The event had been delayed till now, partly because they waited on the moon; partly because they did not want it to be a promiscuous affair.