"Going to be married, I suppose?"
"Well, you have just guessed it."
"Make my most respectful salaam to your intended, will you?"
"By all means."
"When do you expect to reach Cawnpore?"
"To-morrow, at three p.m."
"And how do you stand affected for liquors and weeds? Do you want anything, old boy? Brandy, beer, soda-water? Say the word."
"Nothing; I have more in the well here than I shall be able to consume."
"Then I'll trouble you for the surplus; for I am very short, and cannot get anything till I reach Agra, while you can replenish at every station, you know."