Ching velly glad to see you; Ching pay." "What?
nonsense!" cried Smith, while we others stared.
"Yes; Ching plenty money.

Captain gave Ching plenty plize-money; make him velly happy to see young offlicer to bleakfast." "Oh, but we can't let him pay for us, Smithy," cried Barkins.
"No, of course not," we chorussed.
"Ching velly much hurt you want to pay," he said, with dignity.
"But--" I cried.
"You ask Ching bleakfast like Chinese genelman another time, make Ching velly glad.

Come along, makee haste, see gland show." "But the bill isn't paid," I cried.
"Ching pay long time 'go," he said, rising; and there was nothing for it but to follow him out and along three or four streets to where there was a dense crowd in front of a gateway in a high mud wall.
There were some soldiers there too, and Ching walked up full of importance, showed them some kind of paper, when one, who appeared to be their officer, spoke to those under him, and they cleared a way for us to pass to the gate.
Here Ching knocked loudly, and the gate was opened by another soldier; the paper was shown; and an important-looking official came up, looked at us, and made way for us to enter.
"It's all right," said Smith.

"Ching knows the manager.

It will be a private box." The official pointed to our left, and Ching led the way behind a kind of barricade where there were seats erected, and, selecting a place, he smilingly made us sit down.
"Ching know gleat mandalin," he said.