We started on our tiger-hunt. Miss Eastinhoe rode on an elephant,
about which Jacobs, who loved the saddle, circled gayly, keeping up a
fire of little compliments and pretty speeches of which he had
thoughtfully brought a tiffinful with him, but to which the lady very
fortunately soon became inured. He had also taken the precaution to
have relay's of runners bring fresh roses half-way across India every
morning for Miss Eastinhoe, whom he amused meantime by playing
beautifully on the tiffin and warbling Persian love-songs.