But on these I need not here dwell.

Only I cannot pass without mention the exceeding marvels of this city of Bombay.

As I stood upon deck on the evening before last and watched the Bhor Ghauts (as they are called) rise gradually on the dim horizon, whilst the long ridge of the Malabar Hill with its clustered lights grew swiftly dyed in delicate pink and gold, and as swiftly sank back into night, I confess that my heart was strangely fluttered to think that the wonders of this strange country lay at my feet, and I slept but badly for the excitement.

But when, yesterday morning, I disembarked upon the Apollo Bund, I knew not at first whither to turn for very dismay.

It was like the play-acting we saw, my dear Margery, one Christmas at Plymouth.