Lurgan Sahib--this annoyed Kim--watched the Babu and not the play.
'I think,' said the Babu heavily, lighting a cigarette, 'I am of opeenion that it is most extraordinary and effeecient performance.
Except that you had told me I should have opined that--that--that you were pulling my legs.

How soon can he become approximately effeecient chain-man?
Because then I shall indent for him.' 'That is what he must learn at Lucknow.' 'Then order him to be jolly-dam'-quick.

Good-night, Lurgan.' The Babu swung out with the gait of a bogged cow.
When they were telling over the day's list of visitors, Lurgan Sahib asked Kim who he thought the man might be.
'God knows!' said Kim cheerily.

The tone might almost have deceived Mahbub Ali, but it failed entirely with the healer of sick pearls.
'That is true.

God, He knows; but I wish to know what you think.' Kim glanced sideways at his companion, whose eye had a way of compelling truth.
'I--I think he will want me when I come from the school, but'-- confidentially, as Lurgan Sahib nodded approval--'I do not understand how he can wear many dresses and talk many tongues.' 'Thou wilt understand many things later.