"How much is this steamer chair?" I asked the shop-keeper.
"Twelve rupees." I started to walk out.
"How much will you give?" the native called out.
"Two rupees," I said emphatically.
"No. I will let you have it for eight."
"Two rupees are all I will give you," I said as I continued to walk towards the door.
"Six rupees." The native reduced his price. I took a few steps nearer the door.
"Four rupees," he uttered reluctantly. This figure began to interest me so I lingered to continue the negotiations.
"I will give you only two rupees," I said again. "That chair isn't worth an anna more."
"No. Four rupees or no sale." The old fellow had reached his rock bottom price.