"You are not to go," said the Wazir.

"The Khan is much interested by you." "Dhuleep Singh is in Russia, is he not ?" then asked the Khan.
"Yes." "What does Russia pay him a year ?" "I do not know." "More than England did ?" "I do not know." "You English never do know anything," muttered the Khan, impatiently; adding, "Do you know the Czar of Russia ?" "I have seen him." "Is he a good man ?" "I believe him to be so." "Then why do his people try to kill him ?" "Some of them are Socialists." "Socialists!" repeated the Khan, slowly.

"What is that ?" I then explained with some difficulty the meaning of the word.
"Humph!" was the rejoinder.

Then, with a whisk of the yellow bandanna: "I am glad I have none in Kelat!" A mark of great favour was then shown me, the Khan presenting me with his photograph, with the request that I would show it to "Parliament" when I got home.

I think he was under the impression that the latter is a human being.