They came from the ends of the earth to attend Nilghai's wedding to an English bride.

This shall be an epic.

It's a sweet material to work with.' 'It's a scandalous waste of time,' said Torpenhow.
'Don't worry; it keeps one's hand in--specially when you begin without the pencil.' He set to work rapidly.

'That's Nelson's Column.

Presently the Nilghai will appear shinning up it.' 'Give him some clothes this time.' 'Certainly--a veil and an orange-wreath, because he's been married.' 'Gad, that's clever enough!' said Torpenhow over his shoulder, as Dick brought out of the paper with three twirls of the brush a very fat back and labouring shoulder pressed against stone.
'Just imagine,' Dick continued, 'if we could publish a few of these dear little things every time the Nilghai subsidises a man who can write, to give the public an honest opinion of my pictures.' 'Well, you'll admit I always tell you when I have done anything of that kind.