Just as though wizened little St. Gandhi had never existed, India's Viceroy, his long legs encased in white kerseymere knee breeches, drove smiling through the streets of New Delhi to open the eleventh annual session of the Chamber of Princes. Bearded lancers with gay fluttering pennons trotted in front of his State carriage. A bodyguard perched behind holding a huge umbrella over the viceregal head.
In the Chamber, princes, nawabs, rajas and maharajas sat under their painted armorial shields, fingering their silky beards, their brocaded turbans, their jeweled necklaces, delighted that the...
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