Though the following colloquy may appear
brief to the reader, it took nearly an hour to get through.
"Where do you come from, and what are you?" was the Khan's first
question.
"From Russia, your Highness."
"From Russia!" returned the Khan, quickly. "But you are English, are
you not?"
"Certainly I am."
"How strong is Russia's army?" continued the Khan, after an
application to the gold snuff box, and a trumpet-blast on the yellow
bandanna.
"Nominally about three millions."
"And England?"
"About two hundred thousand, not counting the reserves."
"Humph!" grunted the Khan. "Tell me, do the English imagine that Abdur
Raman [B] is their friend?"
"I believe so."
"Then tell them from me," cried the Khan, excitedly, half rising from
his seat, "tell Queen Victoria from me that it is not so. Tell her to
beware of Abdur Raman. He is her enemy."
"Is England afraid of Russia?" continued the Khan after a long pause.
"No; the English fear no one."
"Will England reach Kandahar before Russia takes Herat?"
"I really cannot say," was my answer to this somewhat puzzling
question.