The Sawbwa occupied one chair, his distinguished guest the other, till the chief priest came in, when, with that deep reverence for the cloth which has always characterised me, I rose and gave him mine.

He refused to take it, but I insisted; he pretended to be as reluctant to occupy it as any Frenchman, but I pushed him bodily into it, and that ended the matter.
A pleasant, kindly fellow is the Prince; even among the Shans he is conspicuous for his courtesy and amiability.

He was a great favourite with the English Boundary Commission, and in his turn remembers with much pleasure his association with them.

Half a dozen times, when conversation flagged, he raised his clasped hands and said "Warry _Ching, ching_!" and I knew that this was his foolish heathen way of sending greeting to the Chinese adviser of the Government of Burma.

The Shan dialect is quite distinct from the Chinese, but all the princes or princelets dress in Chinese fashion and learn Mandarin, and it was of course in Mandarin that the Santa Sawbwa conversed with Mr.Warry.