English.
You must learn not to put so much pepper in one's daily curry."

"Oh, I am not cold-blooded like you. You English are so horribly tame."

"Oh no, we are not," said Glyn. "We have got plenty of pepper in us
when we want it; but that's where education comes in. I don't mean Dr
Bewley's stuff and all we learn of the masters; but, as my dad says, the
cultivation that makes a fellow an English gentleman. And do you know
what that means?"

"Oh, bother! No."

"Then I'll tell you, Singhy. It's learning to be able to keep the
stopper in the cruet till it's really wanted. Do you understand?"

"No; and I wish you'd talk in plain English and say what you mean, and
not build up a rigmarole all round it. Our people at home never do so."

"Oh, come, I like that!" cried Glyn, laughing. "Why, people out in the
East are always, when they want to teach anything, turning it into a
fable."

"Bother fables! Bother the belt! It's made the whole place seem
miserable."

"Then don't think about it any more."

"I can't help it, I tell you. Why, you owned just now that you were as
bad."

"Not so bad as you are, Singhy. I do try to throw it all aside. You
don't."

"Ah, it's very well for you to talk. You haven't lost something that's
worth nobody knows how much."

"Well, but never mind; you can afford it. See what a jolly old Croesus
you are going to be when you grow up!"

"Bah! How do I know that I am going to be rich?"

"Don't be a humbug. Why, father has been looking after your revenues
for years, and I heard him say once that money was accumulating
tremendously during your minority. After all, what's a belt with some
bright stones in it? You could have a dozen more made if you wanted
them. But you don't! Who wants to look pretty like some great girl?
The greatest thing in life is to be a man. Father says so, and you know
he's always right."

"Yes," said Singh thoughtfully; "he's always right; but did he say
that?"

"Well, not quite," said Glyn, laughing; and Singh looked at him
suspiciously. "What he said was that the grandest thing in life was to
be a boy."

"Ah," cried Singh argumentatively, "but that is very different. A man
can do what he likes, but a boy can't."

"Oh, but a boy's a young man, or is going to be. I mean to be always
glad that I am a boy, for father says that when I grow up to be a man I
shall be often wishing that I was young again. Now, don't let's go on
worryin