made a much less passionate man lose something of his self-command.
Jinendra's priest began to move uneasily.

"Peace, woman!"

"There is no peace where priests are," she retorted in the same sweet-
humored voice. "I am engaged in war, not honey-gathering. I have
lied sufficient times today to Mukhum Dass to need ten priests, if I
believed in them or were afraid to lie! The shroff will come to ask about
his title-deed. Tell him you are told a certain person has it, but that if
he dares breathe a word the paper will go straight to Dhulap Singh,
who will destroy it and so safely bring his lawsuit. Then let Dhulap Singh
be told also that the title-deed is in certain hands, so he will put off the
lawsuit week after week, and one who is my friend will suffer no annoyance."

"Who is this friend?"

"Another one who builds no bridges on thy sanctity."

"Not one of the English? Beware of them, I say; beware of them!"

"No, not one of the English. Next, let Gungadhura be told that Tom
Tripe has ever an open-handed welcome at Blaine sahib's--"

"Ah!" he objected, shaking his fat face until the cheeks wabbled.
"Women are all fools sooner or later. Why let a drunken English soldier
be included in the long list of people to be reckoned with?"

"Because Gungadhura will then show much favor to Tom Tripe, who
is my friend, and it amuses me to see my friends prosper. Also I