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56 THE DURBAR
they were, still in the same position. One was
standing with his arm on a chair; the other was
sitting sedately. As they wore skirts, it was
difficult to say whether they were men or women.
They had never been to India before, or seen any-
thing approaching this grand ceremony; yet they
showed not the least emotion, staring stolidly
before them like two of their own Burmese idols.
The amphitheatre was a blaze of colour, nearly
every man wearing a uniform of some kind. All
the glory and pride of India were assembled—
Pathans, Shans, Rajput chieftains, Baluchi chiefs.
Gathered together under the roof of that great
amphitheatre were representatives of one-fifth of
the whole human race. There were emissaries
from the old Powers of Europe too, the young
Republic of America, and the great countries of
the Far East such as China and Japan—tourists,
soldiers, civilians, and, best of all, the beautiful
Englishwomen. These outshone the glittering
gorgeousness of the native princes by the sheer
loveliness of their faces. The natives, stared, the
rajahs gasped, at sight of that bouquet of English-
women. It was superb. I am sure the world has
seen nothing like it before, and I could weep to
think that it may never look upon the like again.
they were, still in the same position. One was
standing with his arm on a chair; the other was
sitting sedately. As they wore skirts, it was
difficult to say whether they were men or women.
They had never been to India before, or seen any-
thing approaching this grand ceremony; yet they
showed not the least emotion, staring stolidly
before them like two of their own Burmese idols.
The amphitheatre was a blaze of colour, nearly
every man wearing a uniform of some kind. All
the glory and pride of India were assembled—
Pathans, Shans, Rajput chieftains, Baluchi chiefs.
Gathered together under the roof of that great
amphitheatre were representatives of one-fifth of
the whole human race. There were emissaries
from the old Powers of Europe too, the young
Republic of America, and the great countries of
the Far East such as China and Japan—tourists,
soldiers, civilians, and, best of all, the beautiful
Englishwomen. These outshone the glittering
gorgeousness of the native princes by the sheer
loveliness of their faces. The natives, stared, the
rajahs gasped, at sight of that bouquet of English-
women. It was superb. I am sure the world has
seen nothing like it before, and I could weep to
think that it may never look upon the like again.