The passengers, old and new, hurry to their places.

Among the new ones I notice three Mongols, of forbidding appearance, who get into the second-class car.
As I put my foot on the platform I hear the young Chinese say to his companion: "Well, Dr.Tio-King, did you see the German with his performing hat?
How I laughed!" And so Pan Chao speaks French.

What do I say?
Better than French--he speaks Persian! Most extraordinary! I must have a talk with him..