Here is the East, with its memories of Akbar and Shah Jehan, its fiery superstitions and its crudities of decoration.

Gaudy chandeliers of coloured glass hang from the roof of a marble mosque, and though the marble may crack and no one give heed to it, the glass chandeliers will be carefully swathed in holland bags.

Here is the East, but outside the city walls the pile of Mayo College rises high above its playing-grounds and gives to the princes and the chiefs of Rajputana a modern public school for the education of their sons.
From the roof top of the college tower Linforth looked to the city huddled under the Taragarh Hill, and dimly made out the high archway of the mosque.

He turned back to the broad playing-fields at his feet where a cricket match was going on.

There was the true solution of the great problem, he thought.
"Here at Ajmere," he said to himself, "Shere Ali could have learned what the West had to teach him.