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 “I wished to see Mr. Assistant Resident as soon as possible,” said the Adhipatti, “to make his acquaintance.”

“Certainly, certainly, I am obliged; but I do not like to see a person of your rank and years exert himself too muchand on horseback too!”

“Yes, Mr. Assistant Resident! where duty calls me, I am even now always active and vigorous.”

“That is too self-exactingis it not, Mr. Resident?”

“Mr, Adhipattiis”

“Very well; but there is a limit ”

“—zealous,” drawled the Resident.

“Very well; but there is a limit,” Havelaar had to say again, as if to swallow the former words. “If you agree to it, Resident, we will make room in the carriage. The ‘baboe’ can remain here; we will send her a tandoo from Rankas-Betong. My wife will take Max on her lapwon’t you, Tine? there is room enough.”

“Itisvery”

“Verbrugge, we will make room for you too; I don’t see”

“—well,” continued the Resident.

“I don’t see why you should needlessly ride on horseback through the mud; there is room for all of us: we can then make acquaintance with each othercan’t we, Tine?—we will arrange it. Here, Max—look here, Ver-