officer in an Indian regiment, gets into trouble, and gives
up his
commission to take service with an Afghan chief. He leaves behind him the girl whom he loves. She cannot face poverty, and
yielding to her mother's persuasion, marries a wealthy civilian.
Urquhart marries the chief's daughter, leaves her, comes back to England, and meets his old love. Then, of course, we have
the situation in which some of the lady novelists of the day so delight, and which is indeed their sole idea of a plot. Will she leave her husband ? After a long suspense, the answer is "No," —his answer, it should be said, not by any means hers. He goes back to India, to find his wife dead, believing him false. "How tired old Sol must be of the futile love of foolish mortals!" is
"Meg Dyan's " comment. What "old Sol" may be, we know not; but we know that sensible .men are very tired of these foolish and mischievous stories.
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