In Jeypore we found again what we had found all about India--that while the Indian servant is in his way a very real treasure, he will sometimes bear watching, and the Englishman watches him.

If he sends him on an errand, he wants more than the man's word for it that he did the errand.

When fruit and vegetables were sent to us, a "chit" came with them--a receipt for us to sign; otherwise the things might not arrive.

If a gentleman sent up his carriage, the chit stated "from" such-and-such an hour "to" such-and-such an hour--which made it unhandy for the coachman and his two or three subordinates to put us off with a part of the allotted time and devote the rest of it to a lark of their own.
We were pleasantly situated in a small two-storied inn, in an empty large compound which was surrounded by a mud wall as high as a man's head.

The inn was kept by nine Hindoo brothers, its owners.