He bowed his head and put his two hands before his eyes, and came creeping towards him submissively, to the wonderment of Mrs.Miles; who was yet more astonished when the Moldavian magnate exclaimed in perfectly good English, "What, Rummun, you here ?" The Rummun, still bending and holding his hands before him, uttered a number of rapid sentences in the Hindustani language, which Colonel Newcome received twirling his mustachios with much hauteur.

He turned on his heel rather abruptly and began to speak to Mrs.Newcome, who smiled and thanked him for coming on his first night after his return.
The Colonel said, "To whose house should he first come but to his brother's ?" How Mrs.Newcome wished she could have had room for him at dinner! And there was room after all, for Mr.Shaloony was detained at the House.

The most interesting conversation.

The Indian Prince was so intelligent! "The Indian what ?" asks Colonel Newcome.

The heathen gentleman had gone off, and was seated by one of the handsomest young women in the room, whose fair face was turned towards him, whose blond ringlets touched his shoulder, and who was listening to him as eagerly as Desdemona listened to Othello.
The Colonel's rage was excited as he saw the Indian's behaviour.