She was shown some amusing little knick-knacks that had been purchased from the native bazaar besides some very lovely material that could be used as an English lady’s scarf just as well as an Indian sari.
It was all very feminine and frivolous, but she knew that the young men who were present looked at her with a glint in their eyes and the older ones teased William Sleeman for having produced such an attractive guest without warning them that she was a beauty.
It was all commonplace and uncomplicated and yet, when Brucena went to bed, she stood looking out into the night and felt that it was all part of the India that was an enigma, a mystery and at the same time an enchantment.
She had the feeling that the knowledge she craved and everything she wanted to know was out there but alway
