nerally covered with brass knobs, and
is worn on the left shoulder. The fierce-looking moustaches of the
Rajpoots and Patans, and the black beards of the Mussulmans, with their
tulwars and shields, as they swaggered about, gave them a particularly
warlike air. Even grave-looking men, carried about in palanquins, and
counting their beads, had several sword and buckler attendants. Some of
the more consequential rode on elephants, also accompanied by a retinue
of armed men. Even the people lounging at the shop doors were armed
with swords, and had their shields over their shoulders. After passing
through a number of these narrow and dirty streets, redeemed here and
there by pretty mosques, well-filled bazaars, and a few large houses,
the party entered a wide and handsome street,--bordered by colonnades of
a highly ornamental style of architecture,--along which they proceeded,
till they reached the house appointed by the rajah for their residence.
It belonged to one of the European officers at the court, who was now
absent, and possessed ample accommodation for a much larger party than
theirs.

Reginald had kept Faithful secured in her cage. He was curious to know
how she would behave in a city, and he waited anxiously for the arrival
of their own elephants and baggage. They came at last. On the cage
being placed on the ground, he took off the covering. Faithful was
lying crouched down. She was evidently much put out at the way she had
been treated, and the fierce expression of her eye made him doubt at
first whether it would be wise to set her free. After speaking in
soothing tones, and stroking her head for a short time, the expression
changed, when opening the side of the cage so as to enable him to reach
her paw, he stooped down and dressed it carefully. She looked up with
an expression of gratitude in her countenance; and now telling her to
follow him, he conducted her into the sitting-room, where he had left
his friend. As Reginald took his seat at the dinner-table, Faithful lay
down by his side, and thankfully ate the bits of food thrown to her.
When afterwards visitors were announced, she remained perfectly quiet,
eyeing them, however, narrowly. Next day an officer--no less a man than
Andre Cochut, who had now become a khan or noble--arrived to summon them
to his master the rajah, "the Refuge of the World," who was ready to
allow them the honour of an audience.

"We will obey the summons, khan," said