"Then this is not the station-house?"
"Not exactly, my lord."
"Give us a little drop more of that last brew."
"Yes, my lord."
"Ah! Thank you! I feel better now—much better. It was that champagne. Good it was, though. What place was that we were at?"
"Bijnore, my lord."
"I'm not a lord."
"Would that I were in your place, my lord!"
"Well, it isn't a bad place," grinned the valet. "Plenty to eat and drink, little to do, and good wages. But hang this Hindyer! It was a mistake altogether!"