"Three dollars."
"I'll give you a dollar and a half," I said.
"Pay me anything you like and then you'll pay me more than I am worthy of," he said.
We started off in a gharry, and he surely was a character.
Keen, bright, the most interesting guide I've ever struck—a Hindu.
We talked Hinduism till twelve o'clock, riding around Singapore; and if you think foreign missionaries aren't up against it in their job of converting India from Hinduism, or Brähmanism, you can think again.
He was a great solace to me.
"There are," he told me, "four great tenets to Hinduism:
"First—Don't question the mysteries. No one can solve them.
"Second—Don't worry about the future. No one knows what it has in store."