There were a few engravings and pictures, which the worthy Baboo imagined to be an ornament to the walls, but which were not of so much value as the frames that contained them.
My host sent for his two sons, handsome boys, one seven and the other four years old, and introduced them to me.

I inquired, although it was quite contrary to custom to do so, after his wife and daughters.

Our poor sex ranks so low in the estimation of the Hindoos, that it is almost an insult to a person to mention any of his female relations.

He overlooked this in me, as a European, and immediately sent for his daughters.

The youngest, a most lovely baby six months old, was nearly white, with large splendid eyes, the brilliancy of which was greatly increased by the delicate eyelids, which were painted a deep blue round the edges.