Horses with elaborate high saddles and embroidered trappings rather the worse for wear were being led up and down the walk.

As we neared the door there was a strong smell of rosewater and native perfumes and hookah tobacco--the indescribable odour of Eastern high life.

There was also a general air of wasteful and tawdry dowdiness, if I may coin such a word, which one constantly sees in the retinues of native princes and rich native merchants, ill contrasting with the great intrinsic value of some of the ornaments worn by the chief officers of the train.
Isaacs spoke a few words in a low voice to the jemadar at the door, and we were admitted into a small room in the side of the house, opening, as all rooms do in India, on to the verandah.

There were low wooden charpoys around the walls, and we sat down, waiting till the maharajah should be advised of our arrival.

Very soon a jemadar came in and informed us that "if the _sahib log_, who were the protectors of the poor, would deign to be led by him," we should be shown into the royal presence.