“If you had married the girl to whom you wrote the poems, you would be an old married man by now with perhaps a large number of children.”
Lord Frome laughed.
“You are quite right, my darling!”
“And the Sanskrit manuscripts would still be forgotten in their libraries,” Chandra went on. “Then so much that is of importance would never have been revealed to the world.”
“What you are saying,” Lord Frome said, “is that God ‘moves in a mysterious way’, and I accept your reasoning simply because I am so glad, so very very glad, my lovely one, that Fate kept me for you.”
“I – too am – glad,” Chandra said, “except that I cannot believe I shall not wake up to find this is all a dream and you are still – hating me because you are – convinced that as a woman, I will not be able to – help you in y
