Hotels were unknown, and a stranger was always
treated as an honored guest.
Charlie, therefore, had no hesitation whatever in accepting the offer.
The four native officers were quartered in the barracks; and,
returning on board ship, Charlie, followed by Tim and Hossein, and by
some coolies bearing his luggage, was soon on his way to the bungalow
of Mr. Haines.
On his way, he was surprised at the number and size of the dwellings
of the merchants and officials, which offered a very strong contrast
to the quiet and unpretending buildings round the fort of Madras. The
house of Mr. Haines was a large one, and stood in a large and
carefully kept garden. Mr. Haines received him at the door, and at
once led him to his room, which was spacious, cool, and airy. Outside
was a wide veranda, upon which, in accordance with the customs of the
country, servants would sleep.
"Here is your bathroom," Mr. Haines said, pointing to an adjoining
room. "I think you will find everything ready. We dine in half an
hour."
Charlie was soon in his bath, a luxury which, in India, every European
indulges in at least twice a day. Then in his cool white suit, which
at that time formed the regular evening dress, he found his way to the
drawing room.
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