... They entertained themselves in the garden; and the favourite contributor of all, a lady celebrated through India for her short stories, sat down by a fountain, clapped her hands, and cried, "Masoud! Masoud!"  Now Masoud was the editor of the Pearl of Wit, which was an upstart magazine, the hated rival of the Friend of the City.  In a moment he came in, led by two mamelukes, who made prostrations before him; and he bowed to the chief contributor, and sat at her feet... (Harper's Magazine, v.52, 1876)