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"I'd give my soul to travel," said Amanda.
She addressed her remark to the salad in front of her.
"But have you no ties?" asked Mrs. Wilder.
"None that hold me," said Benham. "I'm one of those unfortunates
who needn't do anything at all. I'm independent. You see my
riddles. East and west and north and south, it's all my way for the
taking. There's not an indication."
"If I were you," said Amanda, and reflected. Then she half turned
herself to him. "I should go first to India," she said, "and I
should shoot, one, two, three, yes, three tigers. And then I would
see Farukhabad Sikri--I was reading in a book about it yesterday--
where the jungle grows in the palaces; and then I would go right up
the Himalayas, and then, then I would have a walking tour in Japan,
and then I would sail in a sailing ship down to Borneo and Java and
set myself up as a Ranee-- . . . And then I would think what I
would do next."
"All alone, Amanda?" asked Mrs. Wilder.
"Only when I shoot tigers. You and mother should certainly come to
Japan.


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