We saluted him, hat in hand, and, leading the way, showed him in.

He was pleased to be complimentary, remarking, what Waseja (fine men) we were, and took his seat.

We sat on smaller boxes, to appear humble, whilst his escort of black "swells" filled the doorway, squatting on the ground, so as to stop the light and interfere with our decorations.
After the first salutations, the king remarked the head of a nsamma buck, and handled it; then noticed my mosquito-curtains hanging over the bed, and begged for them.

He was told they could not be given until Bombay returned, as the mosquitoes would eat us up.

"But there were two," said the escort, "for we have seen one in the other hut." That was true; but were there not two white men?
However, if the king wanted gauze, here was a smart gauze veil--and the veil vanished at once.