"How provoking!" exclaimed the pretty little woman. "I had counted on having you a fortnight at least."
"And I had counted on showing you some capital sport in our jungles, where we have all sorts of large game. But of course you cannot do otherwise than obey the summons at once."
"Of course not," said Sam and Robin together.
Flinn left the room and entered the servants' quarters with something like a groan.
"Sure it 's bad luck has followed me iver since I left owld Ireland."
"What's wrong with you?" asked Slagg, looking up from the slice of peacock breast with which he was regaling himself.
"The matter? Och, it 's bad luck 's the matter. Hasn't our frindship only just begood, an' isn't it goin' to be cut short all of a suddint, niver more to be renewed?"
In pathetic tones, and with many Hibernian comments, the poor man communicated the news brought by the telegram. But regrets were of no avail; the orders were peremptory; the chance of returning to England in such circumstances too good to be lightly thrown away; so that same forenoon saw the whole party, with the skin of the royal tiger, on their way back to the city of Bombay.
It is easier to imagine than to describe the state
