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proceeded to hold over the General and Mrs. Borton, 

 walking behind them down the path, while two 

 natives marched on either side of this umbrella-bearer, 

 fanning the pair with palm-leaf fans. A band of 

 tom-toms thumped energetically. 



Tippoo Sultan's white-and-black marble sarcophagus 

 lay strangely peaceful under that cool dome in the 

 green garden, almost within earshot of his last great 

 battle, fought among walls wet with his cruelty. 

 R.I.P. 



From Tippoo's tomb we drove to his summer- 

 house, the Daulett Bagh, a charming spot afterwards 

 occupied by the Duke of Wellington. 



Breakfast was by this time more than ordinarily 

 acceptable, and the usually empty bungalow bore signs 

 of the Maharajah's arrangements for us. The hall, 

 one side of which was again entirely open to the 

 garden, with steps running along the length of it, 

 made an airy breakfast-room. In the building and 

 decorations of this bungalow-palace summer-house, 

 the natives showed a sense of the fitness of things. 

 Entirely without glass in the windows, or doors, not 

 even a curtain prevented the warm, scent-laden air 

 from circulating in the rooms ; the walls and ceilings 

 were fantastically decorated with simple washes of 

 scarlet and gold, while round the outside ran a curious 

 and gaudy fresco, a huge painting representing the 

 siege of Seringapatam. The rooms were few, the 

 building solid. 



In England such a summer-house would have con- 



