simple in its character, almost limitless in its fascination.
One can describe in a minute what one can look upon
with unflagging interest for hours.
Considering the men, it will be seen that, of the
buyers, many are foreigners. Here is one, scant o f
clothing, heavy of paunch, shaven as to' his head—a
TH E CONNOISSEUR
Chetti. He is backed by a hundred thousand pounds
of capital. A yard away is a little man who talks
English mellifluously. He is the son of a local Croesus,
whose house, carved and wrought in stone, overlooks
the market-place. Father and son are Hindus of
Amritsar, small-headed, mean-looking, insignificant of
figure, as you would think they were of brain. There
