As she sat down on one of the wicker chairs, she could hear the crickets chirping in the surrounding shrubs.
She listened to them as she looked out over the dusty road that led down to the station to where in the distance there was a little cultivated land and beyond that sand and barren rocks.
It was all so familiar and so dear that Chandra felt as if she had come home.
Behind the bungalow there was the distant chatter of voices, a baby crying and the creak of a well-wheel.
There was the smell of warm dust and stones that had been sun-soaked all day and the scent of woodsmoke.
Then, as Chandra felt her whole being moving like a wave of love towards it all, Lord Frome came and sat down beside her.
“I have been thinking over your extraordinary, if I may say so, behaviour in coming her
