He thinks as I do on many points, and I was anxious that you should meet." While Isaacs was speaking, Ram Lal advanced into the room and stood a moment under the soft light, a gray figure, very tall, but not otherwise remarkable.

He was all gray.

The long _caftan_ wrapped round him, the turban which I had first thought white, the skin of his face, the pointed beard and long moustache, the heavy eyebrows--a study of grays against the barbaric splendour of the richly hung wall--a soft outline on which the yellow light dwelt lovingly, as if weary of being cast back and reflected from the glory of gold and the thousand facets of the priceless gems.

Ram Lal looked toward me, and as I gazed into his eyes I saw that they too were gray--a very singular thing in the East--and that they were very far apart, giving his face a look of great dignity and fearless frankness.

To judge by his features he seemed to be very thin, and his high shoulders were angular, though the long loose garment concealed the rest of his frame from view.