"Oh, no, that was different. You deceived yourself. Would you have me go about setting everybody straight?"
"Not at all. All I ask is that you will set me straight."
"Indeed!" cried Hope, "but that is asking a good deal."
CHAPTER XX.
IN OLD BOMBAY.
"I never expected it to look like this," remarked Faith in a dissatisfied tone, as they entered the carriage for their first explorations in Bombay, a day or so later.
She spoke to the air, perhaps, but her father answered the comment.
"Isn't it fine enough to please you, daughter?" as he took his seat opposite the two girls in a handsome victoria, that would not have disgraced the most aristocratic drive in London.
"Fine enough? It's too fine!" put in Hope with emphasis. "It's as Englishy as Portsmouth itself, so far. We expected to see coolies, and palanquins, and bungalows, and cobras, and—"
"Well, you need not hanker long after the last-named," laughed her father, "for there is a snake-charmer this minute, and I don't doubt he has a fine collection about him somewhere."