the main road. No door stayed them, but a curtain of beaded reeds that split up the lamp-light beyond.
'He is come,' said the boy, in a voice little louder than a sigh, and vanished. Kim felt sure that the boy had been posted to guide him from the first, but putting a bold face on it, parted the curtain. A black-bearded man with a green shade over his eyes, sat at a table, and, one by one, with short, white hands, picked up globules of light from a tray before him, threaded them on a glancing silken string and hummed to himself the while. Kim was conscious that beyond the circle of light the room was full of things that smelt like all the temples of all the East. A whiff of musk, a puff of sandal-wood, and a breath of sickly jessamine-oil caught his opened nostrils.
'I am here,' said Kim at last, speaking in the vernacular—for the smells made him forget that he was going to be a Sahib hence-forward.
'Seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one,' the man counted to himself, stringing pearl after pearl so quickly that Kim could scarcely follow his fingers. He slid off the green shade and looked intently at Kim for a full half-minute. The pupils of the eye dilated and closed to pin-pricks, as if at will. There was a faquir by the Taksali Gate who had just this gift and made money by it, especially when cursing silly women. Kim stared intently. His disreputable friend could further twitch his ears, almost like a goat, and Kim was disappointed that this new man did not imitate him.
'Do not be afraid,' said Mr. Lurgan suddenly.
'Why should I fear?'
'Thou wilt sleep here to-night, and stay with me till it is time to go again to Nucklao. It is an order.'
'It is an order,' Kim repeated. 'But where shall I sleep?'
