And there are ten days more ere thou canst return to Lucknao where they teach nothing -- at the long price . We shall , I think , be friends . ' They were a most mad ten days , but Kim enjoyed himself too much to reflect on their craziness . In the morning they played the Jewel Game -- sometimes with veritable stones , sometimes with piles of swords and daggers , sometimes with photo-graphs of natives . Through the afternoons he and the Hindu boy would mount guard in the shop , sitting dumb behind a carpet-bale or a screen and watching Mr Lurgan 's many and very curious visitors . There were small Rajahs , escorts coughing in the veranda , who came to buy curiosities -- such as phonographs and mechanical toys . There were ladies in search of necklaces , and men , it seemed to Kim -- but his mind may have been vitiated by early training -- in search of the ladies ; natives from independent and feudatory Courts whose ostensible business was the repair of broken necklaces -- rivers of light poured out upon the table -- but whose true end seemed to be to raise money for angry Maharanees or young Rajahs . There were Babus to whom Lurgan Sahib talked with austerity and authority , but at the end of each interview he gave them money in coined silver and currency notes . There were occasional gatherings of long-coated theatrical natives who discussed metaphysics in English and Bengali , to Mr Lurgan 's great edification . He was always interested in religions . At the end of the day , Kim and the Hindu boy -- whose name varied at Lurgan 's pleasure -- were expected to give a detailed account of all that they had seen and heard -- their view of each man 's character , as shown in his face , talk , and manner , and their notions of his real errand . After dinner , Lurgan Sahib 's fancy turned more to what might be called dressing-up , in which game he took a most informing interest . He could paint faces to a marvel ; with a brush-dab here and a line there changing them past recognition . The shop was full of all manner of dresses and turbans , and Kim was apparelled variously as a young Mohammedan of good family , an oilman , and once -- which was a joyous evening -- as the son of an Oudh landholder in the fullest of full dress . Lurgan Sahib had a hawk 's eye to detect the least flaw in the make-up ; and lying on a worn teak-wood couch , would explain by the half-hour together how such and such a caste talked , or walked , or coughed , or spat , or sneezed , and , since ` hows ' matter little in this world , the ` why ' of everything . The Hindu child played this game clumsily . That little mind , keen as an icicle where tally of jewels was concerned , could not temper itself to enter another 's soul ; but a demon in Kim woke up and sang with joy as he put on the changing dresses , and changed speech and gesture therewith . Carried away by enthusiasm , he volunteered to show Lurgan Sahib one evening how the disciples of a certain caste of fakir , old Lahore acquaintances , begged doles by the roadside ; and what sort of language he would use to an Englishman , to a Punjabi farmer going to a fair , and to a woman without a veil . Lurgan Sahib laughed immensely , and begged Kim to stay as he was , immobile for half an hour -- cross-legged , ash-smeared , and wild-eyed , in the back room . At the end of that time entered a hulking , obese Babu whose stockinged legs shook with fat , and Kim opened on him with a shower of wayside chaff .
Lurgan Sahib -- this annoyed XXXXX -- watched the Babu and not the play . '
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