The hanging lamps were lighted.

A tabouret was set before her.

There were quail and roast kid, fruits and fragrant tea.

She was not hungry, but she ate.
Within a dozen yards of her sat her father, stolidly munching his chupatties, because he knew that now he must live.
* * * * * * One of the chief characteristics of the East Indian is extravagance.
To outvie one another in celebrations of births, weddings, deaths and coronations they beggar themselves.

In this the Oriental and the Occidental have one thing in common.