India is a most curious country. A man can walk around town in but his drawers without an eyebrow being raised, but serve coffee rather than tea for tiffin and matronly ladies have stern words with you. One can use ones veranda to bathe in asses milk (and I must remember to have the houseboy to scrub the tub again) without comment, but if you move your own chair to better view the sunset, the servants complain and insist on spending half an hour moving it about themselves. Mr K__, who has only the one wife, is not welcome anywhere, as she is a native of the country; meanwhile the Rajah of H__ cannot attend half the events he is invited to, despite having a harem rumoured to consist of 100 women, 40 boys and a specially trained cobra.
I haven't yet been able to identify the Rajah, but it seems possible that Mr K__ is Mr King, the father of Captain Athelstan King. Captain King, as I'm sure we're all aware, was immortalised in lightly fictionalised form in the book and film King of the Khyber Rifles.
(Major Squick begins here; link to all of Major Squick here. )