We have put down private fighting, and the consequence is these men's occupations are gone, and they flock to great towns and there live as best they can, ready to commit any crime whatever for the sum of a few rupees.
"There is Nana Sahib." Isobel looked round and saw a carriage with a magnificent pair of horses, in harness almost covered with silver ornaments, drive up to a place that had been kept vacant for it.

Four natives were sitting in it.
"That is the Rajah," the Doctor said, "the farther man, with that aigrette of diamonds in his turban.

He is Oriental today, but sometimes he affects English fashions.

He is a very cheery fellow, he keeps pretty well open house at Bithoor, has a billiard table, and a first rate cellar of wine, carriages for the use of guests--in fact, he does the thing really handsomely." "Here is my opera glass," Mrs.Hunter said.

Isobel looked long and fixedly at the Rajah.
"Well, what do you think of him ?" the Doctor asked as she lowered it.
"I do not know what to think of him," she said; "his face does not tell me anything, it is like looking at a mask; but you see I am not accustomed to read brown men's characters, they are so different from Europeans, their faces all seem so impassive.