"Why?"
"No luck bringing. Master never catching Uncle. Master near losing life. Master no money got."
"But that's not Sawmy's fault, poor beggar!"
"I beg your pardon, saar, better he go, nothing doing here, but feed chickens, make dog food, and such like fool work—Master poor man."
"Six rupees a month won't break me; but does Chinna-Sawmy wish to retire?"
"As Master pleases," then after a pause, "Yes, so I think—Sawmy has one uncle, who is maistrey on coffee estate; that man Mootosawmy plenty money got, and he calling for Chinna-Sawmy."
"Well, I shall soon be going to England, and if Sawmy thinks he can better himself, send him here."
Presently Chinna-Sawmy appeared, all glittering eyes and white teeth.
"So you wish to take leave, Sawmy?"
"No, saar, I spending every day, always with Master,—only that boy Anthony, he say 'Better go.'"