` Upon a Wednesday , and in the morning , to put on new clothes is auspicious , ' said Mahbub solemnly . ` But we must not forget the wicked folk in the world . So ! ' He capped all the splendour , that was taking Kim 's delighted breath away , with a mother-of-pearl , nickel-plated , self-extracting .450 revolver . ' I had thought of a smaller bore , but reflected that this takes Government bullets . A man can always come by those -- especially across the Border . Stand up and let me look . ' He clapped Kim on the shoulder . ` May you never be tired , Pathan ! Oh , the hearts to be broken ! Oh , the eyes under the eyelashes , looking sideways ! ' Kim turned about , pointed his toes , stretched , and felt mechanically for the moustache that was just beginning . Then he stooped towards Mahbub 's feet to make proper acknowledgment with fluttering , quick-patting hands ; his heart too full for words . Mahbub forestalled and embraced him . ` My son , said he , ` what need of words between us ? But is not the little gun a delight ? All six cartridges come out at one twist . It is borne in the bosom next the skin , which , as it were , keeps it oiled . Never put it elsewhere , and please God , thou shalt some day kill a man with it . ' ` Hai mai ! '
said XXXXX ruefully .
Hai Kim Mahbub Pathan bosom day eyes feet morning splendour