“And why you’re sneaking in under the cover of darkness,” Everett said, still sweeping. “Yes, I know. You’re not the first she’s sent away, but seeing that you’re the first who left her so upset, I couldn’t help hoping that you might be the first to actually come back.”

Henry breathed that in with increased hope. “And why is that?” he asked.

Everett stopped sweeping and leaned the broom against the wall. He gave Henry a hard stare and settled his hands firmly on his hips, a stance that seemed to imply he might kill anyone who hurt Amala in any way. But his voice was kind as he said, “A man not willing to fight for a woman like that could never be worthy of her, but in her case, the fight will be far more difficult than most men would ever consider taking on; no doubt about it.”

“And you’re wondering if I’m up for such a battle?” Henry guessed.

“I am.”

Henry knew he’d get no better opportunity to declare exactly where he stood, and with any luck, his declaration would make this man his ally. He stated with all the fervor he felt, “I truly believe that with Amala at my side we could conquer anything the world might use as an assault against us. Once committed to her I would never back down on protecting her from the harshness of the world, and I would do everything in my power to make her happy. But how do I convince Amala of that? If my battle is against her, I’m not sure I can win.”

Everett smiled, perhaps hinting that he liked what Henry had said. He glanced down and commented, “She’s a stubborn one, but not without good reason.”

“I know I can’t fully understand those reasons, because I’ve never experienced what she’s seen . . . and felt. But I observed much during my time in India that I believe gives me some degree of understanding. I’m only one man, and I can’t change the way society’s injustice impacts some people more than others, but I’d like to think I can make a difference for her.”

Everett was thoughtfully silent long enough to make Henry’s heart pound. He finally asked, “What would you like me to do? Although I can’t promise there’s anything I can do or say to her that might make her change her mind.”

Henry reached inside his jacket and pulled out the letter he’d written. “Would you give her this? Discreetly? I’m certain she wouldn’t want her family questioning her about it.”

“I’m certain you’re right,” he said and took the letter. “I’ll make sure that she gets it. And then what?”