I was told there were several other magazines, which I had not time to see, and a few miles from Khatmandu extensive workshops, where all kinds of munitions of war were manufactured.
That evening, accompanied by Colonel and Mrs.Wylie, we attended a reception at the Maharaja's palace.

The durbar hall, which was filled with men in uniform, was of beautiful proportions, and very handsomely decorated and furnished.

After the usual introductions and some conversation with the chief officers, we were invited to visit the Maharani in her own apartments, and having ascended a flight of steps and passed through numerous corridors and luxuriously furnished rooms, we were shown into a spacious apartment, the prevailing colour of which was rose, lighted by lamps of the same colour.

The Maharani was sitting on a sofa at the further end of the room, gorgeously apparelled in rose-coloured gauze dotted over with golden spangles; her skirts were very voluminous, and she wore magnificent jewels on her head and about her person.

Two Maids of Honour stood behind her, holding fans, and dressed in the same colour as their mistress, but without jewels.