Yet he and others had risked all in the hope of seeing the
Mahatmas. On the 23rd, at last he brought me from Calcutta to
Chandernagore, where I found Madame Blavatsky, ready to start by train
in five minutes. A tall, dark-looking hairy Chela (not Chunder Cusho),
but a Tibetan I suppose by his dress, whom I met after I had crossed the
river Hugli with her in a boat, told me that I had come too late, that
Madame Blavatsky had already seen the Mahatmas and that he had brought
her back. He would not listen to my supplications to take me with him,
saying he had no other orders than what he had already executed--namely,
to take her about twenty-five miles beyond a certain place he named to
me, and that he was now going to see her safe to the station and return.
The Bengali brother Theosophists had also traced and followed her,
arriving at the station half an hour later. They crossed the river from
Chandernagore to a small railway station on the opposite side. When the
train arrived, she got into the carriage, upon entering which I found
the Chela! And, before even her own things could be placed in the van,
the train, against all regulations and before the bell was rung, started
off, leaving the Bengali gentlemen and her servant behind, only one of
them and the wife and daughter of another--all Theosophists and
candidates for Chelaship--having had time to get in.
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