“I am very tired to-day,” said I, “so I should like to stop here to-night. Is it possible for me to arrive at Nakthang if I leave to-morrow?”
“It is utterly impossible,” replied the supervisor somewhat gravely.
“How about going there?” asked I of the servant.
“It is almost impossible for me to walk,” replied the servant, who was weary and exhausted.
“As the servant of a master who has urgent business,” said the supervisor, in a somewhat scolding tone of voice, “it is extremely rude and impolite to say it is impossible to go.”
“Pardon me,” replied the servant shrinking almost like a rat among cats, “you are right, Sir.”
Fearing that to stay that night might perhaps become the source of subsequent evils, I bade farewell to the supervisor and departed.
