Also, Miss Maklin-sahib" (heavens! how much cleaner and better that sounded than the prince's ironical "sahiba"!) "If you wish it, I will escort you to Peshawur, or to any city between here and there." "But--but why ?" "I saw Jaimihr.

I know Jaimihr." "And--" "And--this is no place for a padre, or for the daughter of a padre." What he said was true, but it was also insolent, said insolently.
"Mahommed Gunga-sahib, what are those ribbons on your breast ?" she asked him.
He glanced down at them, and his expression changed a trifle; it was scarcely perceptible, but underneath his fierce mustache the muscles of his mouth stiffened.
"They are medal ribbons--for campaigns," he answered.
"Three-four-five! Then, you were a soldier a long time?
Did you--did you desert your post when there was danger ?" He flushed, and raised his hand as though about to speak.
"Or did people insult you when you chose to remain on duty ?" "Miss-sahib, I have not insulted you!" said Mahommed Gunga.

"I came here for another purpose." "You came, very kindly, to ask whether there were letters.

Thank you, Mahommed Gunga-sahib, for your courtesy.

There are letters, and I will give them to your man, if you will be good enough to send him for them." He still stood there, staring at her with eyes that did not blink.