“Sir,—­I beg to say that General ’Oon Sahib send me to you.  He
    order me that the arrangement of Mager Sahib do.

    “To give pice to porter kuli this is my work.  This is usefull to
    you.

    “You give him many pice.

“Your work is order and to do it my work.  You give me Rupee at once.  Then I will write it on my book, from which you will see it is right or wrong.  Now I am going to Cashmir with you and Cashmiree are thief.

    “If you will give me one man other it will usefull to you.  I ask
    one cloth.  All Sahib give cloth to Servant on going to Cashmir.

    “If will give cloth then all men say that this Sahib is good.  I am
    fear from General ’Oon Sahib.  It is order to give cloth.

    “I can do all work of cook and bearer.  I wish that you will happy
    on me, also your lady, and say to General ’Oon Sahib that this
    man is good and honest man.

    “I have servant to many Sahib.

    “I have more certificate.

    “You are rich man and king.  I am poor man.  I will take two annas
    allowance per day in Cashmir, you will do who you wish.

    “I wish that you and lady will happy on me.  This is begging you
    will.—­I remain, Sir, your most obedient Servant,

“SABAZ ALI, Bearer.”

Wednesday, March 22.—­We slept again in the train on Monday night, and arrived in Lahore about 6 o’clock yesterday morning.

We had been advised to tub and dress in the waiting-rooms at the station, as we had a break of some six hours before going on to Pindi; but, upon investigation, Jane found her waiting-room already fully occupied by an uninviting company of Chi-chis (Eurasians), and several men—­their husbands and brothers presumably—­were sleeping the sleep of the just in mine, so we left all our luggage stacked on the platform under the eye of Sabz Ali, and hurried off to Nedou’s Hotel.  Ye gods!  What a cold drive it was, and how bitterly we regretted that we had not brought our wraps from their bundle.

I was fearfully afraid that Jane would get a chill—­an evil always to be specially guarded against in a tropical climate, but a very hot tub and a good breakfast averted all calamity, and we set forth in a funny little trap to inspect Lahore.

This is the first large and thoroughly Indian city that we have seen—­Karachi being merely a thriving modern seaport and garrison town—­and we set to work to see what we could in the limited time at our disposal.  We whisked along a road—­bumpy withal in parts, and somewhat dusty, but broad.  On either hand rose substantial stone mansions, half hidden by trees and flowering shrubs.  Many of these fine-looking buildings were shops.  I was impressed by their importance, for they were quite what would be described by an auctioneer or agent as “most desirable family mansions, approached by a carriage drive ... standing within their own beautifully wooded and secluded grounds in an excellent residential neighbourhood,” &c. &c.