ness behind. She did not dislike Cousin Kate or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, " Oh, yes — that's where I got to — that's where I've been."
"Been there when?" asked her son.
"Between the acts."
"But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing."
"Can't mother?" she replied.
"No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening."
"Ah yes, so the young man there said."
"This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!"
"I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable."
"Was he nice?"
She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice."
"Who was he?" Ronny enquired.
"A doctor. I don't know his name."
"A doctor? I know of no young doctor in Chandrapore. How odd! What was he like?"
"Rather small, with a little moustache and quick eyes. He called out to me when I was in the dark part of the mosque — about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well."
"I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is."
"He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to."
