You do the honors, 'Crep; we're in the game from now on." De Crespigny went to the door and Grim and I squatted cross-legged in the window-seat.

I tried to feel like a middle-aged native of the East under the rule of that twenty-six-year-old governor; but it couldn't be done.

I don't know yet what the sensations are of, say, a bachelor of arts of Lahore University who has to take orders from a British subaltern.

I expect you have to leave off pretending and really be an Indian to find out that; otherwise your liking for the fellow himself offsets reason.

No white man could have helped liking young de Crespigny.
He came in after a minute perfectly self-possessed, leading a young woman who took your breath away.