No sooner had she taken her place than still another palanquin was announced, and this last was drawn by fat sleek bullocks, all of a color.
Ramabai held up his hand.

The bullock drivers stopped their charges, and from the palanquin emerged a veiled woman.

This was Kathlyn.
The selected candidates were now all present.

As master of ceremonies, Ramabai conducted them into the palace, thence into the throne room gaily decorated for the occasion.

In a balcony directly above the canopy of the throne were musicians, playing the mournful harmonies so dear to the oriental heart.
Upon the throne sat Colonel Hare, gorgeously attired, but cold and stern of visage, prepared to play his part in this unutterable buffoonery.