He sent for me again at night, being impatient to triumph in the skilful execution of his painter, and shewed me six pictures, all pasted on one board, one being my own, and the other five done by his artist, and all so like, that by candle-light I was at some loss to determine which was which, being greatly beyond my expectation.  At length, by closer inspection, I pointed out my own, and explained the differences between it and the copies, which were not apparent to an inexperienced eye.  The king was much pleased that I had not seen the difference at first sight, for which he was full of mirth, and exulted over me.  I gave him way, and satisfied him much by praising his painter, saying, that I saw his majesty needed no pictures from our country.  He then asked me what reward I would give his painter?  To which I answered, I would double my former offer, and if he came to my house, would give him an hundred rupees to buy a nag.  The king took this kindly, but said his painter would not accept money, but some other gifts which I had before promised.  I said this was referable to my own discretion.  To which he answered, that this was true, yet he wished I would name it.  To this I said, I would give him a good sword, a pistol, and a picture.  “Then,” said the king, “you confess he is a good workman, send for him to your house, and shew him such rarities as you have, and let him choose one, in return for which you shall have any one of these pictures you please, that you may shew in England we are not so unskilful as you supposed.”  He then pressed me to make a choice, which I did, and which the king wrapped in paper, and placed in a little book of mine, expressing much exultation at the supposed victory of his painter.  I then shewed him a picture I had of his majesty, far inferior to the work I now saw, saying I had judged from it, supposing it among the best.  When told where I got it, he asked why I bought any such thing?  “Have not I the best, and have not I told you that I would give you any thing you desired?” I thanked his majesty, but said I held it impertinent for me to trouble him in trifles, especially as a beggar.  To this he replied, that it was no shame to ask from him, and desired me to speak freely at all times, and pressed me to ask for something.  To this I answered, that I would not make choice of any gift, as whatever he was pleased to give, I would joyfully accept as a mark of honour.  He then said, if you desire my picture, I will either give you one for yourself or for your king.  To this I answered, that if his majesty thought proper to send one to my king, I would gladly carry it, and knew that my sovereign would esteem it much, and take it as a mark of friendship; but, as his majesty had emboldened me by his gracious condescension, I would humbly ask one for myself, which I would keep and leave to my posterity, as a memorial of his majesty’s favour.  He answered, as my king did not desire one, but I did, I should have one, and so gave immediate order for its making.  He then turned himself to sleep, and we had to go out as before, in the dark.