She is the centre of all idleness , intrigue , and luxury , and shares with Delhi the claim to talk the only pure Urdu . ' A fair city -- a beautiful city . ' The driver , as a Lucknow man , was pleased with the compliment , and told Kim many astounding things where an English guide would have talked of the Mutiny . ` Now we will go to the school , ' said Kim at last . The great old school of St Xavier 's in Partibus , block on block of low white buildings , stands in vast grounds over against the Gumti River , at some distance from the city . ` What like of folk are they within ? ' said Kim . ` Young Sahibs -- all devils . But to speak truth , and I drive many of them to and fro from the railway station , I have never seen one that had in him the making of a more perfect devil than thou -- this young Sahib whom I am now driving . ' Naturally , for he was never trained to consider them in any way improper , Kim had passed the time of day with one or two frivolous ladies at upper windows in a certain street , and naturally , in the exchange of compliments , had acquitted himself well . He was about to acknowledge the driver 's last insolence , when his eye -- it was growing dusk -- caught a figure sitting by one of the white plaster gate-pillars in the long sweep of wall . ` Stop ! ' he cried . ` Stay here . I do not go to the school at once . ' ` But what is to pay me for this coming and re-coming ? ' said the driver petulantly . ` Is the boy mad ? Last time it was a dancing-girl . This time it is a priest . '
XXXXX was in the road headlong , patting the dusty feet beneath the dirty yellow robe . '
Delhi English Kim Lucknow Sahib Sahibs Urdu Xavier fro gate-pillars