A Talk in Arabia.
Syce.—To a Haji, my lady.
L.—Doesn’t he mind our camping in it?
S.—He didn’t say anything.
L.—Did you ask him?
S.—No, my lady.
L.—We must give him some bakshish.
S.—At your Excellency’s command.
(A pause)
S.—My lady ?
L.— Yes?
S.— That Haji is dead.
L.—Then I don’t think we need bother about the bakshish.
S—No, my lady.
