Mahbub Ali was in town selling horses, and to him the Colonel confided the affair one morning cantering round Annandale racecourse.
'Oh, that is nothing,' said the horse-dealer.

'Men are like horses.

At certain times they need salt, and if that salt is not in the mangers they will lick it up from the earth.

He has gone back to the Road again for a while.

The madrissak wearied him.