human
For God's sake, Elizabeth, what impossible thing has led you to believe that Captain Barlow has anything to do with this girl?
gpt
I'll tell you; the matter is too grave for me to remain silent. This morning I rode early--earlier than usual, for I wanted to pick up the Captain before he had started. As I turned my mount in to his compound I saw, coming from the back of the bungalow, this native woman, and she was being taken away by his _chowkidar_. She had just come out some back door of the bungalow, for from the drive I could see the open space that lay between the bungalow and the servants' quarters.
human
You are mistaken, Elizabeth, I'm sure. Some other girl--
gpt
No, father, I was not mistaken. There are not many native girls like the Gulab, I'll admit. As she turned a clump of crotons she saw me sitting my horse and drew a gauze scarf across her face to hide it. I waited, and asked the _chowkidar_ if it were his daughter, and the old fool said it was the wife of his son; and the girl that he claimed was his son's wife had the iron bracelet of a Hindu widow on her arm. And the Gulab wears one--I saw it the night she danced.
human
Poor Bootea!