Daylight disclosed the fact.
The governor and his suite had apparently made a night of it.

Although it was past eight o'clock when we made a start, the prince, his suite, soldiers, and grooms were none of them stirring, although his _chef_ was busily engaged, with his staff of assistants, preparing a sumptuous breakfast of kababs, roast meat and poultry, pastry, and confectionery of various kinds.

I could not help envying the man whose appetite and digestion would enable him to sit down to such a meal at such an hour.

Sherbet, the Shagird from Murchakhar informed us in confidence, is the favourite drink of the Zil-i-Sultan.

I only once tasted sherbet in Persia, and was somewhat surprised--so lasting are one's youthful associations--to find it utterly different to the refreshing but somewhat depressing beverage of my school-days, sold, if I remember rightly, at twopence a packet.