Neighbour Dholepore and Neighbour Gwalior—only six marches—but then we stay four or five days pleasantly with each, so that we shall be away more than three weeks.
The Dholepore rajah come to fetch his Lordship in to-day. I do not know anything remarkable about him, except that he wears eight of the largest pearls that ever were seen. They must have been layed by a sort of turkey amongst the oysters. And he rides in a two storied carriage, drawn by six elephants.
I have just heard from Lady yesterday that she had travelled safely through the Punjâb and the Khyber Pass with her diamonds, her maid, and cat, without any of those dangers with which she was threatened. Talking of her cat puts me in mind of Dandy burying himself alive like a fakeer (what a horrid moment for you!)—just the sort of thing that we who keep pets are exposed to—and nobody knows what we go through. It may be a consolation to you to reflect that much about that time Chance was fished up drowned by his faithful attendant out of a great tank, and I saw the poor little Prince Royal swung round by his hind legs for five minutes—a native cure for a drowned dog—
