He was a stately man, he was ideally costumed, and fairly festooned with ropes of gems; some of the ropes were of pearls, some were of uncut great emeralds--emeralds renowned in Bombay for their quality and value.

Their size was marvelous, and enticing to the eye, those rocks.

A boy--a princeling -- was with the prince, and he also was a radiant exhibition.
The ceremonies were not tedious.

The prince strode to his throne with the port and majesty--and the sternness--of a Julius Caesar coming to receive and receipt for a back-country kingdom and have it over and get out, and no fooling.

There was a throne for the young prince, too, and the two sat there, side by side, with their officers grouped at either hand and most accurately and creditably reproducing the pictures which one sees in the books--pictures which people in the prince's line of business have been furnishing ever since Solomon received the Queen of Sheba and showed her his things.