CHAPTER IV
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ygoodfriend,butIgivehimnotrouble.—Howdoyoudo,NawabBahadur?—Quitewell,thankyou,SirGilberthowareyou?—Andallisover.ButIcanbeathorninMr.Turton’sflesh,andifheasksmeIaccepttheinvitation.IshallcomeinfromDilkushaspecially,thoughIhavetopostponeotherbusiness.”
“Youwillmakeyourselfchip,”suddenlysaidalittleblackman.
Therewasastirofdisapproval.Whowasthisill-bredupstart,thatheshouldcriticizetheleadingMohammedanlandownerofthedistrict?MahmoudAli,thoughsharinghisopinion,feltboundtoopposeit.“Mr.RamChand!”hesaid,swayingforwardstifflywithhishandsonhiships.
“Mr.MahmoudAli!”
“Mr.RamChand,theNawabBahadurcandecidewhatischeapwithoutourvaluation,Ithink.”
“IdonotexpectIshallmakemyselfcheap,”saidtheNawabBahadurtoMr.RamChand,speakingverypleasantly,forhewasawarethatthemanhadbeenimpoliteandhedesiredtoshieldhimfromtheconsequences.Ithadpassedthroughhismindtoreply,“IexpectIshallmakemyselfcheap,”butherejectedthisasthelesscourteo
