"I feel that the city is as large as one of our great Western cities here. I do not see it, but I feel it. There is a mighty current of human life flowing through its streets. The people are swarthy and graceful. They look like statues of bronze. Their features are delicate and their hair black and straight. Some of the women are naked to the waist, and exceedingly beautiful. They wear immense earrings and curious ornaments of bright metal. The men wear turbans and brightly colored dresses. Some are very lightly clad. There are so many dressed in white! All speak the same strange language I have told you of, and there are camels and apes and elephants and cattle that are not like our cattle; they have a hump between the head and shoulders."
"Is that all?" asked the Doctor.
"All I can remember."
"Were you ever in India?"
"No, sir."
"Have you never visited India even through the medium of art—books, engravings, photographs?"
"I do not believe I have ever read a single illustrated book upon India. I have seen articles
