“Have a seat.”

Kusum hadn’t seen Jack move, yet now the door was closed and Jack was sitting in an overstuffed armchair, his hands clasped behind his head. He could kick him in the throat now and end it all. One kick and Kolabati would no longer be tempted. Quick, easier than using a rakosh. But Jack appeared to be on guard, ready to move. Kusum warned himself that he should not underestimate this man. He sat down on a short sofa across from him.

“You live frugally,” he said, continuing to inspect the room around him. “With the level of income I assume you to have, I would have thought your quarters would be more richly appointed.”

“I’m content the way I live,” Jack said. “Besides, conspicuous consumption is contrary to my best interests.”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. But at least you have resisted the temptation to join the big car, yacht, and country club set. A lifestyle too many of your fellow countrymen would find irresistible.” He sighed. “A lifestyle too many of my own countrymen find irresistible as well, much to India’s detriment.”

Jack shrugged. “What’s this got to do with Kolabati?”

“Nothing, Jack,” Kusum said. He studied the American: a self-contained man; a rarity in this land. He does not need the adulation of his fellows to give him self-worth. He finds it within. I admire that. Kusum realized he was giving himself reasons why he should not make Jack a meal for the rakoshi.

“How’d you get my address?”

“Kolabati gave it to me.” In a sense this was true. He had found Jack’s address on a slip of paper on her bureau the other day.

“Then let’s get to the subject of Kolabati, shall we?”

There was an undercurrent of hostility running through Jack. Perhaps he resented being disturbed at this hour. No… Kusum sensed it was more than that. Had Kolabati told him something she shouldn’t have? That idea disturbed him. He would have to be wary of what he said.

“Certainly. I had a long talk with my sister tonight and have convinced her that you are not right for her.”

“Interesting,” Jack said. A little smile played about his lips. What did he know? “What arguments did you use?”

“Traditional ones. As you may or may not know, Kolabati and I are of the Brahmin caste. Do you know what that means?”

“No.”

“It is the highest caste. It is not fitting for her to consort with someone of a lower caste. “

“That’s a little old fashioned, isn’t it?”

“Nothing that is of such vital concern to one’s karma can be considered ’old fashioned.’ “

“I don’t worry about karma,” Jack said. “I don’t believe in it.”

Kusum allowed himself to smile. What ignorant children these Americans were.

“Your believing or not believing in karma has no effect on its existence, nor on its consequences to you. Just as a refusal to believe in the ocean would not prevent you from drowning.”