` There was a box in the night that gave me bad talk . So I stopped it . Was it your box ? ' The man held out his hand . ` Shake hands , O'Hara , ' he said . ` Yes , it was my box . I keep such things because my friends the Rajahs like them . That one is broken , but it was cheap at the price . Yes , my friends , the Kings , are very fond of toys -- and so am I sometimes . ' Kim looked him over out of the corners of his eyes . He was a Sahib in that he wore Sahib 's clothes ; the accent of his Urdu , the intonation of his English , showed that he was anything but a Sahib . He seemed to understand what moved in Kim 's mind ere the boy opened his mouth , and he took no pains to explain himself as did Father Victor or the Lucknow masters . Sweetest of all -- he treated Kim as an equal on the Asiatic side . ' I am sorry you can not beat my boy this morning . He says he will kill you with a knife or poison . He is jealous , so I have put him in the corner and I shall not speak to him today . He has just tried to kill me . You must help me with the breakfast . He is almost too jealous to trust , just now . ' Now a genuine imported Sahib from England would have made a great to-do over this tale .
Lurgan XXXXX stated it as simply as Mahbub Ali was used to record his little affairs in the North .
Asiatic England English Lucknow O'Hara Rajahs Sahib Urdu morning night