He stood embarrassed and smiling in a little circle of compliments and congratulation.

Behind him and a little to the left hung his picture, large and predominant, and in the corner of the frame was stuck the red ticket that signified the Viceroy's gold medal.

We saw that, I think, before we saw anything else.

Then with as little haste as was decent, considering His Excellency's proximity, we walked within range of the picture.
I am not particularly pleased, even now, to have the task of describing the thing.

Its subject was an old Mahomedan priest with a green turban and a white beard exhorting a rabble of followers.