gold from head to foot, and the shimmering fabric seemed moulded to his fine figure. I went through the ceremony with perfect confidence. The service was performed by the Rev. Gour Govind Roy, who was one of the staunchest missionaries of our Church, and all the Maharajah's Hindu priests were also present.
It was lovely to think that we belonged to each other from that day, and I was so happy. Certainly never did any girl possess a more perfect husband than the Maharajah. He was so full of tender thought, and he planned most exciting surprises in the shape of lovely gifts for me.
But the next few days were very trying. The palace ladies used to threaten and scold me by turns. " You must become a Hindu," was their incessant, wearying refrain, and I was heartily glad when the time came for me to return to Calcutta.
My husband had already gone to Darjeeling with Mr. Dalton, to interview the Commissioner before his departure for England.
We left Cooch Behar without regret. Great was my joy and surprise to find that the Maharajah had arranged to join our train and travel part of the way with us. Soon after our arrival in Calcutta he left for England, and I fell to wondering whether the past few weeks had been a dream or not.
