glare, and then I could think of nothing better than to ask him if
he wouldn't like to meet a few Simla people.

'Oh, I know lots of people, thanks,' he said. 'It's kind of you to
think of it, all the same, but I've got any amount of friends here.'

I thought of Mr. Rosario, and stood, or sat confounded.

The mare fidgeted; I knocked a beast of a fly off her, and so gained
time.

'This is my second season up here, you know.'

'Your second season!' I exclaimed. 'Where on earth have you been
hiding?'

'Well, I didn't exhibit last year, you see. I'd heard it was a kind
of a toy show, so I thought I wouldn't. I think now that was
foolish. But I got to know quite a number of families.'

'But I am sure there are numbers that you haven't met,' I urged,' or
I should have heard of it.'

He glanced at me with a slight flush. 'If you mean society people,'
he said, 'I don't care about that kind of thing, Mr. Philips. I'm
not adapted to it, and I don't want to be. If any one offered to
introduce me to the Viceroy, I would ask to be excused.'

'Oh, the Viceroy,' I responded, disrespectfully, 'is neither here
nor there. But there are some people, friends of my own, who would