He told me; I tell Mr Lurgan; and he is pleased you graduate so nicely.

All the Department is pleased.' For the first time in his life, Kim thrilled to the clean pride (it can be a deadly pitfall, none the less) of Departmental praise--ensnaring praise from an equal of work appreciated by fellow-workers.

Earth has nothing on the same plane to compare with it.

But, cried the Oriental in him, Babus do not travel far to retail compliments.
'Tell thy tale, Babu,' he said authoritatively.
'Oah, it is nothing.

Onlee I was at Simla when the wire came in about what our mutual friend said he had hidden, and old Creighton--' He looked to see how Kim would take this piece of audacity.
'The Colonel Sahib,' the boy from St Xavier's corrected.