all the only gage acceptable.

Then came the gorgeous fun of putting on Tess's clothes, each to be
danced in as its turn came, and made fun of, so that Tess herself began
to believe all Western clothes were awkward, idiotic things--until Yasmini
stood clothed complete at last, with her golden hair all coiled under
a Paris hat, and looked as lovely that way as any. The two women were
almost exactly the same size. Even the shoes fitted, and when Yasmini
walked the length of the room with Tess's very stride and attitude Tess
got her first genuine glimpse of herself as another's capably critical
eyes saw her--a priceless experience, and not so humiliating after all.

They dressed up Tess in man's clothes--a young Rajput's--a suit Yasmini
had worn on one of her wild excursions, and what with the coiled turban
of yellow silk and a little black mustache adjusted by cunning fingers
she felt as happy as a child in fancy dress. But she found it more difficult
to imitate the Rajput walk than Yasmini did to copy her tricks of carriage.
For a few minutes they played at walking together up and down the room
before the mirror, applauded by the giggling maids. But then suddenly
came anti-climax. There was a great hammering at the outer door, and
one of the maids ran down to investigate, while they waited in breathless silence.

The news the maid brought back was the worst imaginable. The look-out
at the northern corner of the wall (Yasmini kept watch on her captors
as rigorously as they spied on her) had run with the word to the gateman
that Gungadhura himself was coming with three eunuchs, all four on foot.

Almost as soon as the breathless girl could break that evil tidings there
came another hammering, and this time Hasamurti went down to answer.
Her news was worse. Gungadhura was at the outer gate demanding