I was talking to a
scientific explorer here t'other day, and he knows of a good guide who
can take you anywhere. He'll get you the chance of seeing the inside of
a Buddhist monastery, if you like, Miss Wade. He's hand in glove with
all the religion they've got in this part o' the country. They've got
noan much, but at what there is, he's a rare devout one."
We discussed the matter fully for two or three days before we made up
our minds. Lady Meadowcroft was undecided between her hatred of dulness
and her haunting fear that scorpions and snakes would intrude upon our
tents and beds while we were camping. In the end, however, the desire
for change carried the day. She decided to dodge the rainy season by
getting behind the Himalayan-passes, in the dry region to the north of
the great range, where rain seldom falls, the country being watered only
by the melting of the snows on the high summits.
This decision delighted Hilda, who, since she came to India, had fallen
a prey to the fashionable vice of amateur photography. She took to it
enthusiastically. She had bought herself a first-rate camera of the
latest scientific pattern at Bombay, and ever since had spent all her
time and spoiled her pretty hands in "developing.
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