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 Ramcharan. If it is not so, how is it that you are joking with me?

Amyatt. What joke do you mean?

Ramcharan. Is it not a joke to ask me to go away anywhere I like, after breaking my leg? It shows that I have married in your family—I am a Hindu milkman's son, I shall lose my caste if I marry an Englishman's sister.

Notwithstanding the explanation of the interpreter, Amyatt could not make a head or tail of what Ramcharan had said. He thought within himself that it was a kind of Indian flattery. He concluded that as 'natives' in flattering Englishmen, called them "Father," "Mother," or "Brother," so Ramcharan was addressing him as his brother-in-law only to please him. He was rather not displeased with Ramcharan, and asked,

"What do you want?"

"Pray, order to set right my broken leg," replied Ramcharan with a fine cunningness.

"All right, you better stay with us for some time—I will give you some medicine," said Amyatt with a smile.

That was exactly what Ramcharan wanted. Pratap was then being taken away as a prisoner,