slip fifty yards or so down the mountain-side, but the chimneys (bad pun coming) are never any more out of drawing than they were before. ‘Yet--never forget--the queer little place has a nobility, drawn I suppose from high standards of conduct in essentials. ‘...This matter of precedence is a bore for an outsider. I am very tired of being taken in to dinner by subalterns, because I have no “official position.” Something of the kind was offered me, by the way, the other day, by a little gunner with red eyelids, in the Ordnance Department, named McDermott--Captain McDermott. He took my declining very cheerfully, said he knew Americans didn’t like Englishmen, who hadn’t been taught to pronounce their “g’s,” but hoped I would change my mind before the rains, when he was goin’ down. Of course I sha’n’t. The red eyelids alone...I am living in a boarding-house precisely under the deodars, and have “tiffin” with Mrs. Hauksbee every day when neither of us are having it anywhere else. And I’ve been told the original of “General Bangs,” “that most immoral man.” You remember, don’t you, the heliograph incident--I needn’t quote it. It really happened! and the General still lives, none the worse--perhaps rather greater. Quite half the people seem materializations of Kipling, and it’s very interesting; but one mustn’t say so if one wants to be popular. Talking of materializations, I saw the original of Crawford’s Mr. Isaacs, too, the other day. He used to be a diamond agent among the native princes when Crawford knew him. When I saw him he was auctioning off his collection of curios and things. These types of novelists look wonderfully little impaired; I suppose it’s the dry air. ‘P.S.--Brookes is also quite happy. She was much struck, on arriving, by an apparent anomaly in nature. “Have you noticed, ma’am,” said she, “how at this height all the birds are crows and monkeys?”’