"Are you sure? Ho! ho! ho!" (the old ruffian was laughing outside)--"are
you sure it is?--Ha! aha!--HE-E-E!"
"Indeed it is he, and no other. I pray you, father, to go, and to pass
no more such shameless jests on your daughter. Have I ever seen the face
of any other man?" And hereat she began to weep as if her heart would
break--the deceitful minx!
Holkar's laugh was instantly turned to fury. "Oh, you liar and eternal
thief!" said he, turning round (as I presume, for I could only hear)
to Loll Mahommed, "to make your prince eat such monstrous dirt as this!
Furoshes, seize this man. I dismiss him from my service, I degrade him
from his rank, I appropriate to myself all his property: and hark ye,
furoshes, GIVE HIM A HUNDRED DOZEN MORE!"
Again I heard the whacks of the bamboos, and peace flowed into my soul.
*****
Just as morn began to break, two figures were seen to approach the
little fortress of Futtyghur: one was a woman wrapped closely in a veil,
the other a warrior, remarkable for the size and manly beauty of his
form, who carried in his hand a deal box of considerable size. The
warrior at the gate gave the word and was admitted, the woman returned
slowly to the Indian camp. Her name was Puttee Rooge; his was--
G. O'G. G., M. H. E. I. C.
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