CHAPTER VIII

* * * * * The sun was strengthening daily, and the gardens were in a flame of wild beauty when the time drew near for the start of our expedition to Tibet, but the life at Baltar had grown to be so much a part of my inmost self that I dreaded anything which must break up the routine of daily life. And who could tell to what this upheaval might lead? I took all change as a menace, for it was impossible for me to think forward to any time when Baltar would belong to me no more, and the wor…