Better say Roman Cath'lic, tho' I'm not fond of the word.' Kim lit a rank cigarette--he had been careful to buy a stock in the bazar--and lay down to think.

This solitary passage was very different from that joyful down-journey in the third-class with the lama.
'Sahibs get little pleasure of travel,' he reflected.
'Hai mai! I go from one place to another as it might be a kickball.

It is my Kismet.

No man can escape his Kismet.

But I am to pray to Bibi Miriam, and I am a Sahib.' He looked at his boots ruefully.