It was, indeed, to attend this Durbar that she had been invited out from England.

She stayed in a small camp on the great Parade Ground where the tents faced one another in a single street, each with its little garden of grass and flowers before the door.

The ends of the street were closed in by posts, and outside the posts sentries were placed.
It was a week of bright, sunlit, rainless days, and of starry nights.

It was a week of reviews and State functions.

But it was also a week during which the best polo to be seen in India drew the visitors each afternoon to the club-ground.