from his face, and another of the party took to his bed. However, they shot on, and the bank gave way, and his elephant rolling down among the tigers, who were happily too badly wounded to do any harm. But I don’t think I will go out again to see them shoot tigers; certainly not when water is scarce, for then they wonder about in bodies.
The aides-de-camp are all settled on different hills, and come in breathless and disturbed to dinner, because they are only used to plains. My dearest, I must finish, I am making my sitting-room look lovely, only somebody is turning my sofa with its back to the view. I think the ‘overland despatch’ will bring me a letter from you this time.
My dearest,—You must change your dromedary-man, or perhaps give up the beast dromedary altogether, and try a camelopard. I have got twelve letters by the last ‘overland despatch,’ and none from you. So very odd!
