So they basked in rows in the sunshine, and did not even quarrel or tell yarns among themselves; it was quiet and warm and sleepy.

I dozed lazily, dropped my book in my lap, struggled once, and then fairly fell asleep.
I was roused by Kiramat Ali pulling at my foot, as natives will when they are afraid of the consequences of waking their master.

When I opened my eyes he presented a card on a salver, and explained that the gentleman wanted to see me.

I looked, and was rather surprised to see it was Kildare's card.

"Lord Steepleton Kildare, 33d Lancers "-- there was no word in pencil, or any message.