"I'll send my two house boys down."
"Send your cook as well."
"Why my cook?"
"Because I haven't had my breakfast yet."
"Well, neither have I for that matter."
"Then you had better come with them, we'll have breakfast all right."
The Magistrate went away and the Commissioner returned to his house to dress.
He hated having no bath; he disliked, too, going without breakfast. Discomfort on a journey he thought nothing of, but discomfort in his own home was ridiculous.
When the Commissioner emerged from his room, dressed but unshaven, and in a very bad temper, he found his head native in the hall and the rest of the servants standing on the verandah.
"We wish to speak with you," said the boy.