"Well, we will divide the honors. And, after all, it does not matter
in the least who has done it, so long as it is done."
"Well spoken!" Adam Nicholson said. "If that's your principle, I'm not
surprised at the marvels you have brought about."
Nehal Singh turned to the speaker.
"You think the changes are for the good?" he asked eagerly.
"Without a doubt. The new Bazaar is a model for Indian civilization."
"And the mine?"
"Excuse me--is that part of the reform? I understood that it was
merely a speculation."
The prince's brows contracted with surprise.
"It is part of the reform. I wish to give my people a settled
industry. There is no idea of--personal gain."
"I see. Well, I don't know about that yet. I haven't looked into the
matter; I must to-morrow--that is, no, I won't. You know,"--with a
movement of good-tempered impatience--"I've been sent here on a
rest-cure, and I'm not to bother about anything. Please remind me now
and again. I always forget."
Stafford smiled grimly.
"You don't look as though you knew what rest is," he said.
Travers, who stood a little on one side, felt there was some truth in
the criticism. During the brief conversation between Nehal Singh and
Nicholson he had had ample opportunity to study the two men and to
glean the esthetic pleasure which all beauty gave him. Both
represented the best type of their respective races, and, curiously
enough, this perfection seemed to obliterate the differences.
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