educated and made an English gentleman."

"Yes," said the young man, with a sigh; and his handsome half-Spanish
countenance clouded over. "And I did work so hard to make myself like
you young Englishmen; but I had not the chance."

"But you did splendidly. I heard of how high a position you took."

The young Rajah smiled sadly and shook his head.

"You say that as a sort of compliment," he said.

"That I don't. I never pay compliments, for I know you don't like them.
If you did, you and I shouldn't be such friends."

The young Rajah turned and gazed fixedly in the speaker's eyes for a few
moments, and then turned hastily to help himself from the dish handed to
him.

"No, we shouldn't," he said in a low voice as soon as the dish was
removed; and he began to trifle with the food. "Yes," he continued,
"those were jolly days at the big school; and it seemed so strange to
come back here from studies and cricket and football." He laughed
softly as he turned merrily to look at his companion again. "I say, how
I used to get knocked about! The chaps used to say that it got my
monkey up, but I suppose it did me good."

"No doubt," said Archie merrily. "You got over wanting to kris the
fellows, didn't you?"

"Of course; and it made me so English that I don't want to kris the poor
fellows now that I have come back and am Maharajah here in my father's
stead. But it was all no good," he added, with a sigh.

"What?" exclaimed Archie wonderingly.

"No good," repeated the young man. "He sent for me to come home, but it
was only to say good-bye and tell me that I was to love the English and
be their friend so as to make them my friends. `They are a great
people, Hamet,' he said--`a great people. We are only little chiefs,
but they can rule the world.' I want to be their friend, but somehow
they don't like me but make much of Suleiman."

"Oh, wait a bit," said Archie. "I think you are wrong. We English are
such blunt people. Why, our Major--he was my father's schoolfellow--
he's a splendid old chap."

"Yes; but he doesn't trust me," said the young Malay.

"Oh, you wait."

"I like your doctor."

"Well, you must like Sir Charles Dallas."

"What! Suleiman's Resident? I don't know him. Your English Queen--I
mean Her Majesty--"

"Yes, I know," said Archie, laughing.

"She has not sent a Resident to live in my country."

"No. Do you know why?"

"Yes," said the young man coldly. "She does not trust