He clapped his hands, and a grave-looking native in white entered, salaamed, and said softly—
“Sahib?”
“Mix two cool drinks, and put in plenty of ice. Look sharp!”
“Don’t order anything for me,” I said, as the man bowed and left the room.
“Don’t object to my having one, do you?” was said sneeringly, as I sat down; and then the officer laughed. “Take a cigar.”
“Thank you. I don’t smoke.”
“Don’t drink—don’t smoke? Ah, well, I dare say we can teach you before we’ve done. Well, how do you like Rambagh?”
“I haven’t been here long enough to tell yet. It is very hot.”
“Pooh! this is nothing. Ninety. Wait a bit, and we’ll give it to you up to twenty.”
“No, that’s too cold,” I said, laughing.