The Daughter of Brahma - Ida Alexa Ross Wylie - Bog

"Very well - or shall I screen it? Then if you should want anything-" Mrs. Hurst turned a little and measured her companion from head to foot. "You are afraid," she said, a faint note of amusement creeping into her tired voice. "I wonder why. Do you expect that a cobra will take the opportunity to do away with you, or that there is a Thug under the bed? Pray look and see. You will perhaps feel easier in your mind." The English nurse bit her lip. "I am not afraid, Mrs. Hurst," she said resentfully. "I only thought it would be more convenient. But of course-" She made a movement as though to turn out the small lamp which stood by the bedside, but her mistress stretched out a detaining hand.