ly, "there never was such a disagreeable
fellow as you are. You are always bullying me about something, and you
make me feel sometimes as if I quite hate you."

"Don't believe you," said Glyn, with a half-laugh.

"Well, you may then, for it's true." Then, changing his tone and
drawing himself up, Singh continued, "Why, it's like telling me that I
am a liar. How dare you, sir! Please have the goodness to remember who
I am!"

"Don't want any remembrance for that," said Glyn coolly. "Why, who are
you? My schoolfellow in the same class."

"I am the Maharajah of Dour, sir," said the boy haughtily.

"Not while you are here. You're only a schoolboy like myself, learning
to be an English gentleman."

"Do you want me to strike you?" cried Singh fiercely.

"No," said Glyn coolly. "I shouldn't like you to do that."

"Then, you do remember who I am," cried Singh, swelling up
metaphorically and beginning to pace the room.

"I shouldn't remember it a bit," said Glyn coolly. "But I should punch
your head the same as I should any other fellow's--the same as I often
have before."

"Yes, in a most cowardly way, because you were stronger and had learned
more how to use those nasty old boxing-gloves, you coward!"

"Ah, well, I can't help that, you know," said Glyn coolly. "I have
always felt squirmy when I have had to fight some chap for bullying you.
I felt so shrinky when I had that set-to with old Slegge, till he hurt
me, and then I forgot all about it. Yes, I suppose I am a bit of a
coward."

Singh walked up and down the chamber with his eyes flashing and his lips
twitching every now and then, while his hands opened and shut.

"Yes," he cried passionately, "you forget yourself, and you are taking
advantage of me now I am over here in this nasty cold country, where
it's nearly always raining, and right away from my own people, instead
of being the friend that my guardian wished. But there's going to be an
end of it, for I shall ask the Doctor to let me have a room to myself,
and I'll go my way and you may go yours. Yes, and if it were not
degrading myself I should strike you the same as I did that great bully
Slegge."

"Well, do if you like. I won't go crying to the Doctor and saying,
`Please, sir, Singh hit me.'"

"It would be lowering myself, or else I would. I, as a prince, can't
stoop to fight with one of my own servants."

"Well, look here," cried Glyn, "I don't want you to fight. Come on now
an