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"A Cerberus!" he thought. "This must be the old lady who understands
Hindustani. Now I wonder if she knows English?"
She seemed to understand that language too; or perhaps his kindly face
disposed her in his favour. He was allowed to pass within.
The house was empty. Mrs. Meadows had presumably gone out for a ramble,
taking the child with her. He sat down and waited, glancing round the
premises. It was a peaceful sort of abode, pervaded by a strong sense
of home. It appealed to the bishop, who had domestic instincts and,
despite his youth, was already a little weary of tossing about the
world. He envied his cousin's happy married life. Would such an
existence ever fall to his own lot? Although, like himself, she was
only a bird of passage on Nepenthe, she had succeeded in impressing her
personality upon those rather scantily furnished rooms and filling them
with an atmosphere of England. Heavy bowls of fresh roses were ranged
about. But what was she like, after all these years? Would she
recognize him? Had she heard of his arrival on the island?
Mrs.


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