Were the British masters, there would be no more wars, no more jealousies, and no more intrigues; the peasants would till their fields in peace, and the men who now take to soldiering would find more peaceful modes of earning a living." "But you do not think, surely, Harry,"-- for after leaving Poona, he had been told to call him so--"that the English can ever become masters of India?
They conquered the Carnatic, but even there they were not safe from the forays of Hyder Ali.

Mysore bars their way farther north.

Then there is the Nizam to be dealt with, and then Berar and the Mahrattas; then comes Rajputana, and beyond are the Sikhs, and the fierce chiefs of Scinde.

It is true that the English have beaten the peoples of lower Bengal, but these have always been looked down upon, and despised as cowardly and effeminate, by the fighting men of all India.
"Besides, how few are the white soldiers! They say, too, that the French have promised Tippoo to send a big army, to help to drive the English into the sea." "The French have quite work enough, at home," Harry said.

"It is true that they have got into Egypt, but they are shut up there by our fleets.