Now then, I had also to be educated in the modern manner, consequently every summer (duly accompanied) I started going to my father who was in Hyderabad—five hundred long miles away—and Hyderabad, because one of my grand-uncles (I should not even talk loudly of it), a handsome man, loved a beautiful concubine, and to give her joy pilfered bits of royal money from the local treasury of which he was the guardian, therefore with the help of my grandmother who gave him some of her own jewels, he slipped out of Mysore state before the law came to his door, and being handsome and very clever, he became prime minister in a neighbouring state, where again, having seduced the queen, and followed by the wrath of the king, my grand-uncle, as courageous as he was handsome, escaped on his white charger, followed by his brave Sikh bodyguard (who, the family says, slew ten soldiers before my grand-uncle was across the river and safe)—and thus on to Hyderabad, where he became a lawyer, and an adviser to many of the Hyderabad rich, so that my father came to him to stay with and to study, and I went of course in the wake of my father.