"UNDER THE MANGOES" 9 



for a minute ; but once under the trees, the heat is 

 quite bearable. From the end of this Debdar 

 avenue, to the first two great mango trees, that stand 

 some distance apart, is all shade and green lawns. 

 " Under the Mangoes " is the name of this walk. 

 Then a bit of sun past the rosary, and there you 

 are ! seated in a wicker chair, under the other 

 mango trees in the " Chamber of Horrors " without 

 any need for an umbrella. How infinitely prefer- 

 able to the four walls within doors ! How much 

 more lonely one would feel there, imprisoned all 

 day from ten to five, with never a footfall, and 

 never a voice cooing to the birds ; now she is gone. 

 I sit here till by-and-bye, through the leaves, I see 

 a faithful little old figure, with a white beard, and 

 flapping white garments. I feel like a child being 

 fetched in to meals, after playing in the mud. 



"Will your honour be pleased to come into 

 tiffin ? Two o'clock is." 



" No, my honour will not be pleased to come 

 into tiffin. Bring it here ; a biscuit, and a glass of 

 water and much ice." 



For why? Because I have captured an odd 



man, who eats his dinner at another hour than the 



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