My God, said Francis Crawford in English, smiling cordially and shaking his hand. 'Caffa and purled lace and pinking, and a butt on him like one of Shah Mahmut th Ghaznerides' elephants. How is Marthe?' To his escort, he added blandly, in French, 'Forgive me. Mr Blyth and I are old acquaintances.' 'Don't apologize. M. le Prevot speaks English,' said Jerott coldly. 'So he does,' said Lymond thoughtfully. 'Remind me to tell him that the Shah Mahmut the Gaznerides kept very small elephants.