"Whether it is due to Soomwar Mull's original notions of truth, or to old Pertaub Sing's own favourable impressions, it seems to be certain that I have _made a conquest_!" he wrote to Charteris the next evening. "I have given up attempting to unravel the Rajah's motives in visiting me incog., and will only hint that if I were told the whole thing was _got up_ with a view to burking the momentous question who should pay the first call I should not be surprised. Do you _twig_? Pertaub Sing has visited my camp, which is one to me; but the visit was not official, and that's one to him. In any case, I thought I should be carrying out Antony's wishes if I paid an official visit to-day, which I did, and was entertained regardless of expense, garlands, ottar, _paun_ and all. The old boy is a _regular brick_, for--now grow green with envy--he has invited me to go a-hunting with him to-morrow. Hawking, he said--by the way, what would not a certain lady give to be a spectator of that most chivalrous of sports?--but oh, my beloved Bob, there's a _jheel_ which I strongly suspect to be the intended scene of our exploits, and if there ain't pig there, call me a Dutchman. Conceive my feelings. If we sight pig, will it be my duty to turn delicately away, with a pained expression of countenance, or would it be better style to affect to have seen nothing whatever? Or will there, will there be spears in reserve, and the chance of some glorious fun? After all, my boy, envy me not till you hear how the day ends."